The deranged whinnying from the barn was perhaps enough to spook the rather fragile minded animals. The constant banging was also doing something to set the animals spirits into such a frenzy. Saul perhaps would have ignored the commotion inside the barn if it didnt have anything to do with him. But the horse kicking up the storm in the barn belonged to him, or had belonged to him for just two days. There was no doubt in his mind that Maia was a firey spirited horse and that the sooner he could get into the barn to sort her out, the better. A surpressed grin flashed over his face at the thought of the large chestnut mare itching to get out of her stall. It was such that he was perhaps over half a mile away and he could still hear her straining and trying to get out. She was going to be fun to learn to break and ride, although he was slightly concerned that she would be a bad influence on the already clingy Arete. Saul quickened his steps, breaking into a jog as he neared the barn. He lifted the bar holding the doors closed and heard the horse stop its dreadful shrieking.
There we go Maia... A little patience goes a long way...
He murmered before throwing a head collar over his newest horse. She barged out of the stall when he released the catch and Saul just managed to catch on to her and set his paws into the ground. She came to a grinding halt as Saul swiftly attached a lead rope to her collar. Corded muscles bunched and released as he forced Maia to walk slowly towards the paddock. He wasn't going to begin today in getting her to let him ride on her, but he was going to do his best to wear her down so that she would at least let him stroke her. It was a small victory, but a victory none the less. Letting himself into the paddock, he released a small fraction of the rope, feeling her lunge forward and away from him. He allowed her the room to move before taking the long whippy stick he'd used for Hermes, softly touching the tip to her legs to get her to move in a circle around him. This kind of training was mostly boring, but it was necessary he knew to get the horse to trust him.
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