<33 No problem sweetums
The latch on the fence was troubling him, as it should not have been broken. When they'd arrived her, he was certain that whomever was in charge of the stables and animals had made sure that the paddocks were safe. It wasnt like the horses were likely to run away, as far as Saul could discern they enjoyed the life they had here. But it was a little neglectful to allow the latch to remain broken. Saul straightened, cinnamon backed ears flashed forward as a commotion in the barn caught his attention. The whinnying was familiar and Saul gave a soft smile. It wouldnt have taken long for either of his horses to catch his scent and Saul knew that if he didnt go in there soon, harm would be done. Tieing the latch closed with a stray piece of string already tied to the fence post, the male moved towards the barn. He paused as an unfamiliar voice came to him, talking to nobody he could discern from the gloom. He entered the barn and saw that it was Jace, Temo's mate. She was by Arete's stall and Saul surpressed a smile.
"Good morning, miss. Is my foal giving you trouble?"
He spoke quietly before moving towards the two horses that had been welcomed into Ichika not long ago. Hermes stuck his head out of the stall and nickered his greeting, a fleck of straw hanging from his mouth where he hadn't noticed it. Saul chuckled, running his hand over the horses face and surruptitiously removing the strand of straw before it was spotted by any of the parties involved. Still, the despairing whinnies and whimpers of the foal in the next stall made him continue. Jace had left enough room for him to squeeze in and lean over. Despite the cuts on her right foreleg, Arete jumped forward, soft muzzle pushing into Saul's folded forearm. "Hello sweety. Are you causing commotion in here?"
He murmered, reaching over and stroking her head. This was the first time she'd hurt herself trying to get out. Concern washed over his face as blood began to ooze around the cuts. He turned to Jace, a small smile on his face. "I'm Saul Stormbringer. And it appears my foal has hurt herself..." He spoke plainly before opening the stall and letting himself in. Arete jumped forward, butting him in the thigh in a clumsy attempt at a greeting. Grunting, Saul dropped down and caught hold of the foals flailing leg, a frown echoing on his lips at the three gashes on her foreleg.
.saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; }
.saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;}
.saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; }
.saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/saul3.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; }
.saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;}
</style>[/html]