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Tem's prolly all like 0.o horseh stuff!
Teme Lupus is by Alaine!
The piece of equipment upheld by his contrasting friend caused a furrow of the males eyebrows for a moment before the now comforting sound of the Trovato's voice sounded. White rimmed ears flickered forward as he listened to his friend stressing the importance of making the horse comfortable. The word 'tack' was a foreign one to him, but he immediately attached it to the piece of equipment in Ink's hand, and the headpiece encasing Jericho's face. Stepping forward, an avidly interested student, Temeraire watched as Ink explained about saddle blankets. So that explained about the piece of equipment- now identified as a 'saddle'. Like a sponge, the boy absorbed the information, storing everything that was offered with an interested look on his face and a small smile on his lips.
Next came an extensive explanation about the saddle- stirrups and girths, pommels and the seat of the saddle. He remained quiet, grunting and nodding every now and again to indicate that he understood what Ink was telling him. He was surprised when Ink explained that Jerri was trained to recognise low speech, but thinking about it he supposed it made a lot of sense. Nodding softly, he was startled slightly when his friend requested Helexia's presence. He grinned and ducked into the stable as he continued to explain about having the foal walk alongside them. He glanced over to spot Ink's pulling and shaping a bit of rope, explaining about head collars and their uses. He nodded again, feeling no need to interrupt his friend- he was a good teacher, patiently explaining everything so that Tem wasn't confused and didn't have to ask anything.
He allowed Ink to tie the makeshift headcollar onto the filly, who tossed her head and nearly shied away before Teme laid a soothing hand on her flank and encouraged her to stand still for the moment. All the new terms that were flying around would take a while to get used to, but he leaned in eagerly to see Ink life the mares mouth, revealing a lack of 'bit'. What is a 'bit'? He questioned, blue eyes a touch confused. What does it do? It was perhaps the only terminology that hadn't been explained. He hadn't wanted to interrupt and was glad that Ink explained about finding the right 'tack' and what Jerri was trained for. She's such a good horse. The Stormbringer boy cooed softly, patting her shoulder softly in a sign of affection.
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