"Sure, anywhere but here. It doesn't seem like anyone's coming yet, but better be safe than to be sorry, huh?" Taylor said, her ears alert to any sudden sound. She wasn't at all pleased to be hiding in the Stables either, but really, did they have any choice?
"Come on, Stephen. Let's better hope that harpies are afraid of horses and pegasi," Taylor whispered as she tapped on Stephen's shoulder...or at least, she hoped it was his shoulder; she couldn't see that well in the dark.
((OOC: You make the thread?))