The cold of Norway stole Charles' breath from him in more than one way. It was invigorating to be out here in such freezing weather. At best, in the summer, it had to drop monumentally, but it was so, so very beautiful. Quiet, serenity and seclusion surrounded them. After he dismounted his horse, he took a look behind him to see nothing but snow. So much of the land was set bare before them; mountains so gigantic that they looked five feet away when they were more than a month-long ride away from them.
His breath clouded around his face while he unsaddled his bags and set them on the ground. "Of course I did. The little burgundy bag has all we need in it," He told Teja. His draft nudged his head, and the deep chestnut-bay, the one that Teja rode, fell in line. He pet both of their noses and tied grain-bags to them, but watched Teja the whole time. "You don't have to use that title, Teja. I can understand at the Haus, but here, we're alone."
When he finished putting blankets over the horse's backs, he walked over and looked at the rows. "Well, sort of alone. Alone enough. I understand your respect for me, and appreciate it. But its Charles. Charlie, even." He offered Teja a sweet, rare smile.
His breath clouded around his face while he unsaddled his bags and set them on the ground. "Of course I did. The little burgundy bag has all we need in it," He told Teja. His draft nudged his head, and the deep chestnut-bay, the one that Teja rode, fell in line. He pet both of their noses and tied grain-bags to them, but watched Teja the whole time. "You don't have to use that title, Teja. I can understand at the Haus, but here, we're alone."
When he finished putting blankets over the horse's backs, he walked over and looked at the rows. "Well, sort of alone. Alone enough. I understand your respect for me, and appreciate it. But its Charles. Charlie, even." He offered Teja a sweet, rare smile.
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