Raven's sarcastic comment after explaining the first part wasn't appreciated, and Carina made it known with a frosty glare. She seemed to have forgotten whom she was talking to, and although the Lady could give as good as she could take, a festival was no place for some sarcastic banter. So she left it with the glare, drawing her attention to the outside for a moment to check that her gelding was okay. Instead of finding him dozing in the remainders of the sunlight, she found him bright and alert with two smaller children surrounding him. Their eyes were bright with wonderment, mouths and fingers sticky from the sweets they had previously been consuming. The little girl, smaller than what looked like to be her slightly older brother, still had her lollies in a bag, and swung them around as she outstretched her other hand to touch the palomino's velvety muzzle. The boy said something to her and smacked her hand away, which earned him a pouty expression, before he appeared to show her how to treat a horse by holding you hand flat below the muzzle with the palm face-up, so he could sniff him. The girl took in this information and tried it herself, though she was barely tall enough to reach his muzzle.
This whole scene made Carina frown lightly. She didn't have a particular liking for children, and she certainly didn't want a whole gang of them coming to admire her horse. The cleric considered excusing herself from her conversation with Raven so she could go and shoo them off, but there was no need for something else caught the brother's attention, and with an excited squee he grabbed his sister by the wrist and pulled her away from the gelding, barely giving her enough time to pet his strong chest... close enough to his soft muzzle for her.
Carina watched the children until she could barely make them out among the crowds, and then returned her attention to Raven. She had barely caught what the mage had said about forgetting it, though she heard enough to make her frown deepen. "Forget about it?" she repeated, though her tone didn't indicate confusion, in fact it sounded rather incredulous. She HATED it when people did this... true, it was none of her business what she saw, but she thought she was entitled to know. The cleric gave a huff and leaned back in her seat, stealing another glance over at the gelding, and felt relieved to find that he was alone.
The Lady didn't exactly want to back down to Raven's will so easily, but in the brief silence she couldn't form a good enough argument to rest her case. This was one of the curses her ability brought her, among others. She would feel other affects later, which Carina definitely was NOT looking forward to. Instead, she sighed and leaned forward over the table again, running a hand through her bright auburn hair. "Whatever," she said dismissively. "I won't forget about it, but I can put it out of mind for both our sake's." Her tone might have been more neutral if it wasn't so damn loud inside the inn. Even with all the various events she had to go to that came with being the adopted princess of Lynthia, noise still got to her and fogged her mind. So when Raven spoke of returning to the festival OUTSIDE, she was relieved.
"It is indeed," she agreed, her tone much more placid with thoughts of leaving in mind. "And of course you can," Carina said firmly to Raven as she stood from the table and smoothed out her dress a little. "I may not be happy with forgetting it, but I can oblige." With that, the cleric turned to leave the inn and return to the festival. She needed to be there anyway, reporting back to her father had been her duty for tonight.
