Edolie shuffled forward, trying to peer at the man on the ground but she couldn't get a good look at him with how he was lying face down. She found a long, sturdy stick and reached out with it, prodding his shoulder and arm. She was well aware that the mechanical horse stared at her with that dead-doll expression that all constructs had.
The man didn't budge.
Releasing her stick, Edolie pushed her crossbow back into her boot, even as Kenelm chittered at her angrily.
"He's unconscious," Edolie said, smacking the strange ferret off her shoulder. He flapped his wings furiously to stop himself from crashing into the dirt, or a tree. "He looks... dead."
Ignoring the continued protests of her companion, she crouched down and grabbed hold of the man's arm. After a few attempts, as the black armor he wore was quite heavy, Edolie managed to get him onto his back. The horse snorted once, then dropped its head over her shoulder to stare at its rider. She idly reached up and patted it on its smooth, cold cheek. They would never compare to the real thing.
Edolie pulled down a worn, purple bandana masking the man's face and paused. He looked like some type of prince. His features were pale and pretty, with high, noble cheekbones and a straight, narrow nose. Even in repose, it was a face that both entranced and intimidated her. She rested her fingers against one of his cheeks, then pinched and pulled on the skin.
"Hey, guy!" she said loudly into his face, and got no response. Not even a twitch.
Kenelm sqwaked and shook his fur out.
"No," Edolie replied, her eyebrows furrowing. It couldn't be possible. "Well, actually... he is a bit too pretty. But then what could be wrong with him? They can go out in the daytime."
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