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Silvano Sadira · 06-18-2012, 08:17 PM

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Giselle was going to be okay without him there for a little while. A few days away would do them both some good, though it was mostly a business thing. He wanted to become a knight and without a trainer, he was going to have no skill at all. He had to head to Casa, for they were known for warriors, and for Jazper. His uncle, whom Silvano could only consider as such despite the parting between the woman keeping him related to the Sadiras. His cousins linked them together, but he knew Jazper would help train him, despite how busy he would be as a leader.

Heritage paused before Silvano did, and suddenly nipped out at the man's tail. The Sadira gave a painful yelp, glad no one would hear him. Heritage snorted at the man's back, and as the man turned, spat the wad of fur onto his stomach. The look on the creature face was more than enough to give Silvano a burning desire to smack the horse with a wad of wet cloth. Heritage gave an equine laugh, bobbing his head up and down at the man. Silvano gave the creature a withering look as he brushed off the wad of fur. "You behave, you monster," he said lowly, making the horse turn his head innocently. Put a woman before the equine and he would give her all the love he had. But Silvano had to work tooth and nail to keep the creature under control.

At the border, the Sadira howled out for the leader, deciding to skip the minutia dealing with other members of the pack. His hand was hard on the lead attached to the colt's bridle. Heritage pulled against his grip now and then, but seemed resigned. He was even a little smug about what he had done in the first place, if the glint in his eye was proof enough.

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