[He sure does recognize the heavy click of hooves on stone, and it whips Arthur's head right around. Once he realizes that he's not just hearing things, Arthur, freezes with one toe shoved awkwardly into a crack and another scraping around for purchase in the wall.]
[H... orse???]
[Still got no clue where he is, but horses and caves don't mix the last time he checked. The tight quarters suffocates them and they're liable to fall and break their necks on the uneven, often wet stone. Sure as hell can't ride one properly. A wild horse, trying to get away from a storm, maybe? He detaches from the wall quick, grunting at his ungraceful landing, just in time to catch a flutter of gold disappearing around the bend. Arthur blinks.]
[He only knows one horse with coloring like that.]
no subject
[H... orse???]
[Still got no clue where he is, but horses and caves don't mix the last time he checked. The tight quarters suffocates them and they're liable to fall and break their necks on the uneven, often wet stone. Sure as hell can't ride one properly. A wild horse, trying to get away from a storm, maybe? He detaches from the wall quick, grunting at his ungraceful landing, just in time to catch a flutter of gold disappearing around the bend. Arthur blinks.]
[He only knows one horse with coloring like that.]
Nah... Buell? That you, boy?