You are not entirely certain what being slave entails, you've certain never held one before or even heard of horses following such a code willingly. However, you understand the idea of slavery and if this pony is fool enough to behind herself to your will then you are willing to entertain her. You are impressed by the speed with which she freezes upon your command, holding herself terribly still as the rock assaults her side. In some ways, it makes you feel big. Even if she is small, even if you could best her anyways, it gives you a sense of satisfaction to know that you can simply say two words and she acts without hesitation. And she is pleased to have served you. How quaint.

Its hardly a conquest to have bested this little pony, a creature of miniscule proportions in your eyes, but you're just a big bully. And everyone knows that bullies don't pick on horses their own size.

In your head, you can sense the sadness of your companion, the disappointment in herself for what she has done. It displeases you and you lay her ears back, sending her a clear signal that she should give the child no leeway. Pressing your body into motion, you move towards the small creature, beginning a circle around her, inspecting her build, her size, her shape and color. Scars, the gold band on her limbs, the brand that lays on her hip, her pale eyes of different color. You are... amused and curious. “Do you fight? What about healing? I assume you keep secrets.” She seems rather small to be a warrior. Still, better to have half a warrior than none at all. She may prove useful to fix your wounds, however, if she knows anything of plants. Or a messenger for other purposes. Yes, you can think of plenty of reasons to keep her around.

Once you have passed down her left side and back up her right, you head back to where you were standing. In those few moments while you wobble back, facing away from the pony, your companion takes her chance. She has some ability to hide herself from your mind, due to your constant state of intoxication, so she hopes you will not notice what she does. In the only way that she can, the small boggart tries to apologize for her cruelty. Even if the pony thinks she cannot do better than slavery, the smoke wisp feels that she can do better than a cruel beast. But she understands Kaiylia's predicament- she is in the same position.

Trying her best to wisp about Kaiylia's muzzle for a moment, she then heads towards the pony's hooves, turning into the image of several marigold plants that rise up around the pony's hooves (if Kaiylia has not moved). Too frightened to hold the position for very long, the boggart disappears back into her naturally invisible state and returns to you. She is lucky. You have not noticed, this time. As you turn back to face Kaiylia, you nod then. “I'll keep you.” It is almost as though you are a benevolent host rather than a cruel beast.

@[Rayo]