Word Count :: 439 Would the 19th be okay for this? It's right before Ink adopts Sura, so it's not going to mess up the timeline any. XD
It was as if fate had timed it herself. Ink was busy trying to settle a dispute in the stables. Jericho wanted to run. Hex wanted to graze. Between the two, Ink felt himself torn in two ways- his faithful mare wanted excersize and he'd be cruel to refuse her, but he also wanted Hex to get used to running with other horses... too bad Jerri didn't know to slow down for the poor foal. Hex grazed in the green grass beside the stables while Jericho danced semi-circles around him, trying to convince him to let go of the lead and let her run. Too bad that lead was attached- a bit too well- to Hex, who didn't even seem to care at all. The boy was in a world of trouble, but he knew how to handle it.
After some initial shouting for the mare to calm down and behave, Ink gave up. She'd run if she wanted to and she'd drag both himself and poor Hex with her if she had to. The boy turned to untying the rope that held them together. This turned out to be a hopeless task- the knot had become too tight for his claws to get into. The Trovato made a noise of frustration and pulled his Vinattan dagger from its sheath on his belt, cutting the rope near the knot and letting go of Jerri's end.
The mare reacted in turn, neighing her delight to have won the argument and, with a slight rearing up, the mare darted away, past her rider and the foal and straight towards the poor curious male coming to check out the stables. She darted past him only a few feet away, galloping at top speed into the woods as if her life depended on it. Ink watched her go for a moment, sighing. "Yeah, get on, yah stupid animal!" He shouted after her, snorting and not meaning a word of it. He waved her off, knowing she'd come when called later. It wasn't until his eyes began their journey back to the barn that he noticed the other man there.
"Oh, shoot, sorry. She didn't clip you, did she?" He waved to the other, leading Hex over despite the foal's complaint at being removed from her grazing spot. "She's flighty, but she wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. If she did, I know she didn't mean to and I can repay you..." He wasn't even sure if the horse had been close enough to even make contact, but after his last adventure with Jericho's outbursts, he didn't want to take any chances.
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