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The young Knight's training with Drogon had been going well. Or at least he believed it was. The stallion was growing more and more trusting of him by the day and there was no question on who was the dominant one in their relationship anymore. The mustang had come to respect and trust the luperci. The other day they had even gone on a short ride. It had gone better than Haven could have hoped and today he decided to try for a longer one, though one that still wouldn't be too taxing. It had been weeks since he had last gone to his old home and he wanted to go visit. He wanted to make sure that Mati was okay, though he knew she was probably still mad at him. After he fitted the horse with the simple bridal he had found Drogon snorted and shook his head, sensing the canine's hesitance. "I'm fine, just some butterflies is all," he reassured, patting Drogon's neck.
Though the ride did little to make those butterflies go away. As relaxing as it was he couldn't get the image of Mati crying from their last meeting out of his head. He felt so wretched for making her upset. He was her brother he was supposed to be her protector not the one to hurt her. The Aatte male could only hope she would forgive him. He and Drogon had cantered the distance between Cour des Miracles and Crimson Dreams. A quick pace but nothing that would exhaust his equine companion. Haven enjoyed spending time alone with Drogon. While he didn't possess the knowledge of lowspeak, he could still understand the stallion and he liked to think that Drogon could understand him. Their bond grew deeper with each passing day.
They were upon the borders when the exact scent he had been thinking about came to his nose. He was glad that she was home, it was she that he wanted to see the most. The youth reigned Drogon in the direction of his sister's scent, trotting towards her. Soon she came into sight, leaning against a tree. Her eyes were currently closed, though surely they would open once she heard the horse's hooves. Haven dismounted and took hold of the reigns, leading the mustang. The boy swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "M-Mati...?"