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It had been a long day, but he wasn’t a kid that could skip duties without consequence any longer. The onyx male had been privileged during the half month journey to and fro Freetown and its magic, for he had travelled atop of the King’s own mighty steed. Although the young D’Angelo quickly had learned that the herbivore’s nature was fouler than any of the mares he had dealt with in the past, it had been an adventure on its own. Eris and Larkspur’s children were familiar with the livestock and the horses as it was their father that took care of most of the animals. He had lost control of the stallion more than once, but he didn’t fear being tossed off the saddle.
It was with slow movements he brushed the dark pelted horse’s fur; slow circles travelling down along the silky shine. Both cages with exotic gifts were places at a fair distance in case the short tempered horse decided to boast around with his ill manners. The Bambino wished none of that at the moment, because both man and horse were tired after a long journey. Salvia had received her gift first of all, but no one who counted would know this. Technically, the boss was the one he should seek to please first, but the young D’Angelo was a loyal follower of the heart, and the separation had developed into something close to physical pain.
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