He looked a little uncertain at the first mention of trying to contain the animal by himself. Saul had only just managed to hold on because of his superior muscle mass and he knew beyound a doubt that while Range was getting larger, he was no where near Saul's size. He was right to show a little uncertainty. However, boyish competition reared its head and the male jumped up onto the fence, dancing along it while he nearly fell to come closer to the horse and his Uncle. Saul grinned softly as the male dropped down, waiting for Maia to make her round, which she did whilst flaring her back legs out to try and kick the boy. Luckily Range held his caution and waited till she was well past before he moved into the inner circle. He wasnt fast enough to make it all the way to Saul however and he had to jump the rope once before he reached Saul's side.
Her name is Maia
He answered softly, the long stick tapping gently on her rump to get her to speed up into a rocking canter. It was then that Range commented on her mane. Saul knew she was different to most horses- she was chestnut coated but her mane and tail were a flaxen colour, the colour of corn against her darker coat. Hoof feathers were a stark white, as was the blaze down her forehead and nose. She was a beauty, there was no doubt about that. She'll make a fine mother one day. He commented, thinking of his plans to bring more horses into Ichika. As soon as Maia was in heat, he was going to see what Hermes really thought of her.
His nephew spoke once again and Saul thought briefly that he was much like Gideon in this respect. Always talking and conveying emotions, thoughts, feelings. Saul chuckled softly as he puffed out his chest, before reaching out and attempting to push him backwards. Its not a challenge per say... More just to see how you cope with her. I'll slow her down and then I want you to lead her once around the paddock. He said, knowing to lead her, Range would have to hold the lead rope close to his own body and her head. He couldnt lead her in the way Saul was doing now- lunging was something completely different to leading. Slowly her down to a spirited walk, Saul tied up the lunge rope and replaced it with a shorter lead rope designed to keep rider and horse close together. Dodging a squealed bite to his shoulder, Saul handed the rope to his nephew, a smile on his face, but poised to rescue him if something went wrong.
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