Odessa had mounted her pied steed that day in serarch of her uncle. Keshi was ungelded, and having brief knowledge of the selective breeding scheme within the stable, she knew that Larkspur would probably have it done anyway. He was a fine stallion no doubt, but still he was only average in his world and Salsola had better breeding stock than him. Keshi was destined to always be a working horse with no time for procreating, not that he would be able to any more after this.
He moved lazily across the ground, his head low. It almost seemed as if he knew his time had come, though in reality it was only because Odessa had lost focus and began daydreaming consiquently dropping her hands to the pied stallion's neck. A soft nicker pulled her out of her own mind. They had reached the stables.
She paused for a moment to collect herself, not wanting to appear half asleep and foolish, and by extension, useless to Salsola. She rooted in her bag for a second, producing Keshi's head collar before leading him to the door way. Not wanting to leave him alone she popped her head around the entrance and spoke, 'Uncle?'
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