Yvonne glanced at her brother's reaction from the corner of her eyes and was pleased with the look of surprise that was prevalent on his face.
'Still think my pet is a tiny pony?' She rolled her eyes while mocking the previous assumption he had made.
From the far end of the grazing field, the 'tiny pony' was making his way towards the small crowd which had appeared there.
The etcher had caught the scent of his Master long before she had called out for him.
Demon had been waiting eagerly for the instruction from his Master and when he finally heard her voice uttering his name, he didn't waste any time and rushed in her direction.
Among the people whom he had already met on multiple occasions was one such person whom the horse had never seen or smelled before.
This raised his vigilance as he increased his speed to reach the Master who was waiting for him.