With time and reading Heath had come to learn what he had done wrong when he lost the race. He needed to train Lumière just as he needed to train himself. The track would also need work, if it were to be any good for the next year’s race. Stark was not the sort made for speed, and so Heath had begun to focus on the light boned mare. She was smart and slick and would learn, and had been learning quickly already. He loved the feeling of the race, loved the wind in his chopped mane and more importantly the thrill of the speed. Even the preparation of it made his heart begin to beat with fury, the saddling, placing the bridle on the horses long face and then walking the long stretch from the stables to the starting line.
As he was lost in the idea of racing, and winning Heath hardly noticed the sounds that she did. His ears were not as trained as Ruri’s were, since her senses were heightened due to her lack of sight. But the moment she spoke of it Heath began to search for the sounds, and found them immediately. Working with his nose, Heath found the aroma of the feline. Watching carefully, he noticed the woman work her way around the corner. Heath froze in place, unsure what to make of the small creature that roamed its way out of the bale of hay. He took a step forward; following Ruri as he was did but only watched as she investigated the small creature.
It was orange, tiny, fluffy in fur and green in eyes. It sniffed at the collie woman, and Heath feared for a brief moment that it would scratch her. He had little experience with cats, mostly they kept to themselves and there were few that hung around a stable filled with canines. Hissing, arched back sharp claws and then the sudden exit was what he was used to, though he had never done anything to harm them. But this one had little fear of Ruri, and even walked over to him. The green eyes creature talked to him, calling with squeaky meows and before he could respond it rubbed its small body along his ankle. The male stood still, not wanting to chase it away with his tension. Again and again it rub against his leg, and Heath was unsure what to do. It called and called and Heath could not translate it’s feline language.
He smelt of male, and Heath figured that they had a little boy on their hands. “He’s a kitten alright.” Heath said, figuring that the small feline was no more then a few months old. Did they need a mother at this point, or were the mousers now? Heath wandered as he bent down to pet his head. The long furred kit rumbled with approval, and before he even knew what he was doing Heath gathered the light creature into his hand and walked towards the pale orbed fey. Emptying the little kit onto her lap Heath sat beside her, “He seems to like us.” Heath commented with a smile on his face.