The stables: Sunday morning
Karal came wandering down to the stables to feed and groom Trenor, still yawning from the early start. As he puttered about doing stable chores, he realised how decent the morning was -- and how hyper Trenor was.
It really was the perfect time to go for a ride.
So, he cleaned the stall while Trenor ate, and drank a cup of tea while it settled, then tacked him up and the two headed out at a brisk trot.
They came galloping back (a terrible habit, but it wouldn't hurt, just this once) several hours later, and slid to a dramatic stop outside the stableyard.
They were both sweaty and tired, having covered the whole island twice over, but Karal laughed as he patted Trenor's neck. "Glory, that's a good way to start the day." Trenor snorted and pranced on the spot in equine agreement.
[ooc: open of course!]
It really was the perfect time to go for a ride.
So, he cleaned the stall while Trenor ate, and drank a cup of tea while it settled, then tacked him up and the two headed out at a brisk trot.
They came galloping back (a terrible habit, but it wouldn't hurt, just this once) several hours later, and slid to a dramatic stop outside the stableyard.
They were both sweaty and tired, having covered the whole island twice over, but Karal laughed as he patted Trenor's neck. "Glory, that's a good way to start the day." Trenor snorted and pranced on the spot in equine agreement.
[ooc: open of course!]