[The floor jitters creakily when she steps onto it, as can probably be expected. ... But it's not the only thing that jitters.]
[The carousel horse she put her hand on did not, as most would, have a texture of cool, smooth ceramic. Instead... its hide is soft, and warm... and, like horseflesh often does to repel flies and other irritating touches, it twitches under Rise's palm... which will come away sticky and stained a dull, ruddy red should she pull it away.]
[Accompanying the movement is a weak, muffled squeal from deep within the stationary beast's shackled throat.]
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[The carousel horse she put her hand on did not, as most would, have a texture of cool, smooth ceramic. Instead... its hide is soft, and warm... and, like horseflesh often does to repel flies and other irritating touches, it twitches under Rise's palm... which will come away sticky and stained a dull, ruddy red should she pull it away.]
[Accompanying the movement is a weak, muffled squeal from deep within the stationary beast's shackled throat.]
[It's still alive.]