Sorry that I couldn't match your length. :c I've wrote like four or five threads at the stables already xD
Silvano put the colt through his paces, standing in the middle of the circular pen they used for gait practices and riding training. Heritage was doing quite good, especially with the vocal commands that Liliana had taught him before her unfortunate accident. He clicked his tongue and the colt sped up a bit, turning along his lead with practiced ease. The strap underneath his belly slapped against him a bit every time he stepped along, breath easy. Today was one of the days that Silvano had decided to get the colt trained with the saddle properly. Honestly, it was not so bad, since the colt had some experience with saddles and had gone through various types of back coverings for half a year. Hell, Heritage helped them cart their things from Crimson Dreams to this new place.
He uttered a phrase in the language Liliana had used to help train them, and Heritage began a loping gait. His legs gracefully bounced him up and down the circular path, shaking his head like the proud creature he was. The pacing was not hard yet, and the man flicked the reins a bit and called again, sending the colt running. The pace was not as fast as a straight run could have been but it was still pretty good, showing the colt's good control of his thick body. Though young, the budding stallion was heavy set with a draft horse's build. Granted, no one knew what his parents had been, save for the mother, but the father had to have been a large thing. But Heritage was tired with the full sized saddle on his back and a morning of being put through his paces so hard.
Sweating and tired, Silvano lead the colt back to the stable for a quick brush down to get rid of the sweat on his coat. Clean and lightly fed, Heritage nibbled tiredly at the man's shoulder before nudging his elbow. Taking the colt by the lead, he went to the fenced in pasture. Opening the bolt and taking off the lead, Silvano nudged Heritage into the pasture. Nodding his head, the colt bobbed into the pasture and headed straight to the trough for water. Silvano glanced at the younger male leaning against the trough, with an empty bucket. So he had clearly brought some water, but the trough seemed a bit on the low side. "Do you need help?"
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