White filled the land, matching his natural fur colour and pleasing the young lad; snow allowed more camouflage for him than it did for others, normally the one standing out like a saw thumb, his clear coat blended in nicely with the snow. Shoving his hands into his white hoodie's pocket, he hummed happily, playing with his assortment of lock picks inside his pockets as he wondered around Aniwaya's lands mindlessly, only paying enough attention to where he was going so that he could find his way back if he needed to, his spear hung across his back and leather bag over his shoulder as was becoming the norm for him. Time passed and his idle wanderings led him to the stables, the stench of horses initially causing him to back of until he remember the weird stranger who'd taught him to ride... kinda; one could only learn so much in two lessons, but from that short experience he knew that despite their smell, horses were useful and fun to ride.
Pushing forward he entered the stables, eyes widening at the array of beasts gathered. Despite knowing that Aniwaya was meant to have many animals and knowledge of them, he himself had never really seen animals aside from the odd spirit guide and had assumed that outsiders had thought spirit guides as pets. But looking at these beasts it was clear that Aniwaya truly did have many magnificent animals. Moving from stall to stall he stared in wonder at each horses, taking in their different coat colours and attitudes each displayed as he approached them. One particular horse caught his attention; a white mare, he colour as pure as his own and her stomach slightly large. Stopping before her he stared longingly at the mare, wishing he could own a horse as beautiful as she was. It was then he heard the barn doors open and a darker coated male enter, the strange male saying a form of greeting as he passed the young lad.
Dipping his head slightly, he said nothing to the stranger and turned his attention back to the white mare. Placing his feet carefully on the stool door, he managed to prop himself up a little higher so that he could get a better look at her, hand outstretched in an attempt to stroke her, but the mare was stood too far back for him to reach. His attention was pulled away from the mare as the strange male whistled, Ahiga's head lifting and turning to look in the direction of the sound as a reflex reaction. Silently he observed the male, frowning slightly at the males strange way of speaking, but it seemed the stranger owned the horse at the end and so he pulled himself up onto the mare's stool door and sat and watched the other groom his horse.
When the male introduced himself Ahiga simply dipped his head again, not bothering to introduce himself yet; this strange male had done nothing to earn his name and so he would not tell him it. Listening to the other talk about riding his frown deepened slightly. I don't own one so I have none to ride he explained, watching the other leave with his horse then return. Shrugging his shoulders he hopped of the mare's stool door, landing with a low thump. Unless ya have another horse I can't help you he said, wondering if the male had another he could borrow.
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