The dappled grey creature had been in his possession for almost two weeks and he hadn't had a clue what to do with him. From what he could tell, the colt was roughly the same age as his own foal Arete, who was bordering on ten months by his reckoning. He wouldn't be able to give an exact date to her birth but he guessed it to be about October. He'd temporarily named the colt Storm and had been keeping him in the same stall as Arete. They'd become fast friends and stayed by each others side for a lot of their waking hours. Perhaps it was the fact that at the moment, they were the youngest in the barn. Or maybe it was because of Saul's choice to board them together. But they were on the same specialised feed that Adonia had designed for Arete to help put on weight and the male knew that his firey little foal would be good for the sometimes shy dappled colt. He'd made his first attempt just two days ago to breed Maia and Hermes together, a process that had taken a lot of patience on his part. Both horses were inexperianced, a little immature and completely unsure of what to do. It had happened in the end, but he couldnt be sure Maia was pregnant for a good few months. He'd kept her away from other stallions for now, sure she was still in heat by the way the others' heads moved in her direction when she walked by. She was allowed to stay with Hermes for the obvious reason that the deed had already been done.
It had struck him just this morning who the colt should belong to. He'd risen early and made his way out to the East River, noticing the strong pang of loneliness in his gut as he realised that he'd woken alone again. The previous day had been spent coaching Shiloh in matters of Ichika, from the traditional Namaste greeting, to the ritual given after a kill. It wasnt like Shiloh was going to be killing anything, but Lewis might and he should know these things. All in all the meeting had gone well and Saul had been pleased to spend time with his sister after such a long time apart. Of course, it had made him stop to think about how he hadnt spoken to Gideon in recent days and the thought had been interupted by the dappled grey colt who had no owner. It would be good for his brother to branch out his skills and learn something new. He'd slipped a note under his brothers door on his way out this morning, instructing him to meet him out at the ranch after noon sometime.
Saul had made his way over to the barn that he intended to fix up with a new vigor. For two weeks he'd had no idea what to do with the colt he'd affectionately dubbed Storm. But now he did and he walked into the barn with a grin on his face. The horses were already out in the paddock, the two youngest playing off to the side. As soon as Arete caught sight of him she gave a great whinny and charged forward, her manservant close to her heels. 'Storm' didnt like to leave his new lady friend alone for any length of time and it was good to get the colt socialised at least a little. Clambering over the fence he was rewarded with a headbutt to the stomach, which he responded to with a soft shove to the black filly's head. "Hey sweetheart. Hows lover boy?" He chuckled, reaching out to touch the dappled colt's muzzle. It was the furthest he'd managed to go in two weeks, a touch to the nose. But it was enough and he was getting there.
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