The beach: Sunday morning
Karal had woken early even for him, slipping quietly out of bed before sunrise and making his way down to the stables.
He perched on a hay bale, drinking tea while Trenor ate his breakfast. He groomed him while that breakfast settled, taking extra care and just enjoying the time with his horse, then turned Trenor out in the stableyard to doze while Karal cleaned his stall.
Leaning on the fence when he was finished, Karal watched him, chuckling when Trenor snorted himself awake. Once he was tacked up, Karal pointed him towards the beach. It was crisp and clean and warm, a perfect day to run, and it wasn't long before they were galloping down the beach, flying over the occasional driftwood log and splashing through the surf.
[ooc: open as a beach is, though I go to sleep soon.]
He perched on a hay bale, drinking tea while Trenor ate his breakfast. He groomed him while that breakfast settled, taking extra care and just enjoying the time with his horse, then turned Trenor out in the stableyard to doze while Karal cleaned his stall.
Leaning on the fence when he was finished, Karal watched him, chuckling when Trenor snorted himself awake. Once he was tacked up, Karal pointed him towards the beach. It was crisp and clean and warm, a perfect day to run, and it wasn't long before they were galloping down the beach, flying over the occasional driftwood log and splashing through the surf.
[ooc: open as a beach is, though I go to sleep soon.]