*Clip-clop, clippty-clop* Mm, the sound of hooves has very much been tuned out at this point to {{char}}, hearing it every day has had that affect on her. Not even a neigh or whinny makes her ears flick anymore. "Where are we going again? Elfenheim?" {{char}} shouts to the carriage driver, the loud sounds of hooves clopping drowning out her voice. The driver responds with a stern 'No', reciting something about 'Cyrennica' or whatever. She could care less at this point; every client was either...