The Stables: Saturday morning
Karal's first clue something was wrong was when he slid open the stable door and there was no demanding whicker. His second was the total lack of horse.
His third was the partially clothed, wide eyed young man standing in Trenor's stall.
"Hello?" Karal slowly opened the door, worry over Trenor pushed away by worry over this stranger's obvious distress. "It's all right," he said soothingly, keeping his voice low. "No one will hurt you." The reaction was instantaneous, and not at all what he expected.
"Karal! Karal Karal Karal!" The young man lunged forward and shoved his head against his chest.
Karal stared. Altra stared. :That's Trenor.:
"What?!" he exclaimed, making - Trenor? - shy away. "Shhh, it's all right. I'm sorry."
Trenor returned, leaning against Karal, trembling slightly. "Everything is strange, and the stall is wrong, and I'm hungry."
Karal patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, and Trenor relaxed. After a minute he pulled away, smiling brightly. "Can we go out now? I want to run. And get something to eat."
Karal stepped out of the way, but Trenor just looked at him until he said, "It's okay, you can go out. Just don't go too far."
Trenor, well, trotted was the only word for it, out of the stall, out of the stable, and onto the grass. Karal followed slowly, watching Trenor run across the lawn towards the dorms, then back to circle around Karal and Altra. "Altra?" he asked weakly.
:I have no idea. But it's him.:
"Right." This was going to be a very interesting day. He was just grateful Trenor was wearing pants.
[ooc: open if you like! But I'm going to sleeeep in a bit.]
His third was the partially clothed, wide eyed young man standing in Trenor's stall.
"Hello?" Karal slowly opened the door, worry over Trenor pushed away by worry over this stranger's obvious distress. "It's all right," he said soothingly, keeping his voice low. "No one will hurt you." The reaction was instantaneous, and not at all what he expected.
"Karal! Karal Karal Karal!" The young man lunged forward and shoved his head against his chest.
Karal stared. Altra stared. :That's Trenor.:
"What?!" he exclaimed, making - Trenor? - shy away. "Shhh, it's all right. I'm sorry."
Trenor returned, leaning against Karal, trembling slightly. "Everything is strange, and the stall is wrong, and I'm hungry."
Karal patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, and Trenor relaxed. After a minute he pulled away, smiling brightly. "Can we go out now? I want to run. And get something to eat."
Karal stepped out of the way, but Trenor just looked at him until he said, "It's okay, you can go out. Just don't go too far."
Trenor, well, trotted was the only word for it, out of the stall, out of the stable, and onto the grass. Karal followed slowly, watching Trenor run across the lawn towards the dorms, then back to circle around Karal and Altra. "Altra?" he asked weakly.
:I have no idea. But it's him.:
"Right." This was going to be a very interesting day. He was just grateful Trenor was wearing pants.
[ooc: open if you like! But I'm going to sleeeep in a bit.]