The Stables, Wednesday Evening
It was too late and dark for riding, but Inara decided to make her way over to the stables anyway, visiting with Trenor in lieu of Karal.
No offense intended to Trenor, but he was a poor substitute.
"Hello," she said quietly as she entered, smiling when she heard Trenor's whinny in response. She offered him a sugar cube, then stroked down his withers and along his mane. "Would you like to be brushed, as long as I'm here?"
Inara wasn't sure whether the head-butt to the shoulder was a yes or him searching for another sugar cube, but she got his brush and comb anyway. As she brushed the extremely patient horse the way she'd seen Karal do it (or approximating the way she'd seen Karal do it--luckily, Trenor was very, very patient), she found herself relaxing and unwinding as well.
[ooc: Stables are open, Trenor modded with permission, and it always said Wednesday. *cough*]
No offense intended to Trenor, but he was a poor substitute.
"Hello," she said quietly as she entered, smiling when she heard Trenor's whinny in response. She offered him a sugar cube, then stroked down his withers and along his mane. "Would you like to be brushed, as long as I'm here?"
Inara wasn't sure whether the head-butt to the shoulder was a yes or him searching for another sugar cube, but she got his brush and comb anyway. As she brushed the extremely patient horse the way she'd seen Karal do it (or approximating the way she'd seen Karal do it--luckily, Trenor was very, very patient), she found herself relaxing and unwinding as well.
[ooc: Stables are open, Trenor modded with permission, and it always said Wednesday. *cough*]