it's okay! I'm pretty random too
Silvano put his hand on the nose of the horse. The colt's eyes were shut as he snorted in the man's palm, sniffing the familiar scent. Silv stroked the creature's nose as his eyes opened up. The colt was getting taller, his muscles were filling out his thick frame, and his joints were adjusting properly. That hand ran down the colt's neck, wondering how well Heritage would run when he hit two and the bone structure was good and ready to handle a full sized rider. For now, all that the colt could handle was easy carting and short rides. He was only a year and a half, not even. But soon, Silvano could ride him and go wherever he pleased quickly. It would make things that much easier.
Clicking his tongue slightly, the Sadira slipped on the bridle that he had in his free hand onto the horse's neck. It was a bit-less one, and Heritage swished his ears against the shift. Bouncing his head as Silvano attached the lead, he stamped his feet as the door swiveled open. It banged against the other stall, causing the horse there to whinny loudly at Silvano in annoyance. He could only flinch as he led his own colt out the stable after closing the stall door. The stall needed mucking out, and Heritage needed a run. The two of them were working well for the day, and the horse seemed perfectly happy to listen. That was definitely good for the young man who was not in the mood to deal with a horse too finicky to listen.
He led the colt into the pasture so that the creature can run his little heart out and nibble on the summer grass. But the two of them stopped in tune, after having been together for a year. After Liliana's arrival during the war, the two of them had stayed together in Crimson Dreams. After Liliana's death, Heritage became his and his alone. The two of them stared in unison to the younger male chasing after a mare, screaming some sort of low speech. Heritage snorted, bemusement in his eyes. What was it with this place and the two of them stumbling upon men fooling around with their animals in funny ways.
Heritage's eyes gleamed, and Silvano grinned crookedly as he undid the lead. The colt took off after the mare, whinnying loudly at her. He was definitely going to be a proud stallion, though he would definitely be checked for his youth and inexperienced. Heritage, regardless, wanted to test the waters. And the waters seemed to be a mare messing with her master.
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