The lawns around the dorms: Saturday morning
It was cold, yes. It was cloudy, yes. You wouldn't guess either of those by looking at Karal.
He'd risen early, trotted up to the roof to say the Dawn Rites, even more enthusiastically than usual, then down to the stables to feed Trenor.
Now Karal was riding Trenor in nothing but a halter and lead rope, letting him graze while he lay back, one arm folded under his head which was cushioned on Trenor's rump. Perhaps not the wisest way to ride a horse, but he was comfortable, Trenor was calm and content, and it let him watch the clouds scud across the sky.
Boy and horse were completely relaxed, enjoying the morning.
[ooc: open of course.]
He'd risen early, trotted up to the roof to say the Dawn Rites, even more enthusiastically than usual, then down to the stables to feed Trenor.
Now Karal was riding Trenor in nothing but a halter and lead rope, letting him graze while he lay back, one arm folded under his head which was cushioned on Trenor's rump. Perhaps not the wisest way to ride a horse, but he was comfortable, Trenor was calm and content, and it let him watch the clouds scud across the sky.
Boy and horse were completely relaxed, enjoying the morning.
[ooc: open of course.]