[Eustace can see Cecelia's movements from his peripheral vision as well as hear the blade sawing the rope. Before the horse can catch wind of her actions, he holds up the sugar cube in the air directly in front of the eye closest to Cecelia and moves it to the opposite, making it turn its head slightly.
Sugar cube...oh how long has it last had one? The horse is stubborn, but...sugar cube... It can already recall the sweet sweet taste of those delectable granules, and oh, apples, too. Apples... It would be even better if the weirdo had—
As if reading its mind (well, he kind of can), Eustace suddenly reaches into his pack and pulls out a long stick of carrot, his expression never changing from its calm, focused look. Immediately the horse's ears prick up.
No! It must resist! It must not fall to these temptations! ...But now the carrot is being waved slowly back and forth... Oh, and now it's being broken into smaller bite sized pieces... And the horse is rather hungry...
There's an impatient paw of its hoof, its annoyance now focused on the lack of tasty morsels. The moment Eustace can hear that voice that's basically, "Damn you mongrel just give me the food already!", Eustace steps forward, grabbing the halter with his free hand while he let the horse eat out of his other. He can hear it's grumblings of "This doesn't change anything I still hate you!!!!!" but it's a bit unconvincing given how more relaxed it is and that is definitely a satisfied swish of its tail.
It's too bad Cecelia can't hear this... Though by now she should have had ample time and opportunity to cut the rope.]
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Sugar cube...oh how long has it last had one? The horse is stubborn, but...sugar cube... It can already recall the sweet sweet taste of those delectable granules, and oh, apples, too. Apples... It would be even better if the weirdo had—
As if reading its mind (well, he kind of can), Eustace suddenly reaches into his pack and pulls out a long stick of carrot, his expression never changing from its calm, focused look. Immediately the horse's ears prick up.
No! It must resist! It must not fall to these temptations! ...But now the carrot is being waved slowly back and forth... Oh, and now it's being broken into smaller bite sized pieces... And the horse is rather hungry...
There's an impatient paw of its hoof, its annoyance now focused on the lack of tasty morsels. The moment Eustace can hear that voice that's basically, "Damn you mongrel just give me the food already!", Eustace steps forward, grabbing the halter with his free hand while he let the horse eat out of his other. He can hear it's grumblings of "This doesn't change anything I still hate you!!!!!" but it's a bit unconvincing given how more relaxed it is and that is definitely a satisfied swish of its tail.
It's too bad Cecelia can't hear this... Though by now she should have had ample time and opportunity to cut the rope.]