Both horse and rider watched the girl curiously, though Viggo’s reaction was more obvious as he whinnied approvingly, stamping one large hoof against the grass. Ezekiel smiled faintly, still feeling the weight of thing he was running from on his shoulders. There was only so much he could do to think of other things, even this pretty girl with baby-blue eyes and her sing-song voice. Everything felt like it was bearing down on him, even though he knew he would never see the Collie again.
That hurt more than he wanted to admit. “Good,” Ezekiel said, his eyes not meeting the smile on his face. “You pronounce it a little funny, but it’s understandable.” The horse echoed this with his own noise, and reached out his nose towards the girl. While he did not understand the full weight of the grief Ezekiel felt, Viggo wanted to feel the touch of a woman as opposed to Ezekiel’s rougher hands. Recognizing this, the Aquila rolled his eyes. “Do you want to pet him...? I didn’t get your name,” he added, realizing that in the aftermath of her panic they had skipped over formalities.
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