http://vkandis-son.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-08-09 06:53 pm

Outside the dorms: Thursday morning

Trenor was a very good horse, obedient and well-behaved, but he was also bored, tired of being stuck in the stable, and missing Karal. After several days of fidgeting, he finally worked out how to lift the latch on his stall door, and that would be why there was currently a horse in front of the dorms.

He'd tried to get into the building, but the doors were shut and apparently horse proof, so after a long sigh, he'd settled in to graze.

[ooc: open if you want to pat/feed/try and catch the horse. ETA, just FYI, while he is wearing a halter in the picture, he is in fact NAKED on the lawn! No halter, no nothing! Naaaaaked!]

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
The apple was slightly covered in pocket lint, bur River didn't think Trenor would mind. "Hello," she said. "Out on your own?" She wasn't aware that Karal was away.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"You can have all of it," River offered, gently scratching him between his ears.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
Wiping slobber off on her dress, River ran her fingers through his mane. "Can braid it for you," she said, hoping that Karal wouldn't mind.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
River decided to interpret that as a yes, and began to braid his mane. She found some red string in her pocket, which she used to tie them with in neat bows.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
River didn't pay attention to the digging, as she was completely focused on the braiding. To stop the fidgeting she began to sing softly to the horse.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
Taking that as a sign of appreciation the singing, River continued. The mane was now completely braided in a rather complex fashion, witha number of small red bows holding everything together.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't eat my hair," River told him patiently. Berthold had tried once after all.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
River stopped singing and glared at him.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
River was relieved that Trenor had stopped attacking her hair, but didn't quite understand that the nudging was a request for more singing. She patted him instead.

[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com 2007-08-09 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
And River turned and headed towards the dorms.