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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!]

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Faile was just heading out for a walk when she saw the horse grazing on the lawn. Her eyes lit up and she began to walk towards it carefully.

"Hello there," she said in a calming voice.

Trenor lifted his head and watched her approach, ears flicking forward and back, contemplating the possibility that she might have a treat. He was also contemplating the possibility that she might try and take him back to the stable.

He really didn't want that, so he was ready to bolt if she tried to catch him.

Z was on her way back from Jeff, God of Biscuits' with muffins when saw a horse on the lawn. "Hey," she called, "are you a student? Um. Neigh once for yes."

Trenor snorted and lifted his head, dribbling grass everywhere as he considered her, then started walking in her direction.

River had gone out for an early morning walk, and when she returned she saw Trenor grazing on the lawn. Approaching quietly, she dug a half eaten apple put of her pocket.

Faile watched the horse's ears twitch and slowed down even more. "You are a lovely horse," she said in the same low tone of voice. "Where do you belong?"

When she got within about two arms length of him, she stopped and put her hands in her back pockets. The horse was obviously twitchy and she didn't want to startle him into running. "Good horse. I'm just going to stand right here."

"Okay, so, not a student." Z considered her bag of muffins. Horses liked apples, right? Z broke off a piece of apple cinnamon muffin and held it out to Trenor. "You want some?"

Trenor's ears shot forward. He knew this person, and she had an apple! That was enough inducement for him to trot over and nudge her hand.

He'd never snatch the apple, he had better manners than that, but there was nothing wrong with a little encouragement.

Nostrils flaring, he whickered at the smell and picked up the pace, stopping just in front of her to stretch out his neck and delicately accept the piece muffin.

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.

Relaxing when she stopped, his ears swivelled forward to point at her, and he stretched out his neck. Possibly she had a treat in the hands he couldn't see?

He took one cautious step forward.

It's probably just as well that Trenor didn't speak human and River didn't speak horse, because he'd probably be quite vocal on the subject of Karal being gone.

Instead, he just lipped at the apple, not really caring that it was a bit fuzzy, and crunched down, biting off a piece.

"Good horse," Faile said soothingly, not moving. "I won't hurt you. I'd just like to pet you."

"You can have all of it," River offered, gently scratching him between his ears.

She had a nice voice. After a moment's hesitation, Trenor bobbed his head and started to walk closer, pretending to graze, but really keeping an eye on her. Right until he was practically grazing on her feet.

He lifted his head and looked at her expectantly. She was just standing there, why wasn't she patting him?

His ears flopped sideways and he bit down on the rest of the apple, not that he'd finished the first piece, crunching happily, and dribbling apple bits and slobber everywhere just as happily.

Faile laughed when Trenor looked at her like that. She slowly brought one hand forward and stroked his nose. "So, why are you out here all on your own, hmm?"

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.

He nudged at her hand, and lowered his head, blowing out a long breath through his nose. This was good, pats and no trying to grab him. All he needed now was treats.

Trenor was pleased that she was still patting him, there was always the possibility that she'd find another apple somewhere, and he was happier with people he knew.

It was total coincidence, but he bobbed his head up and down.

Faile laughed again and scratched behind his ears. "I do have an oatmeal bar," she told him conversationally as she continued to pat him. "It was going to be for my walk today, but I think I can share with the first horse I've met since I got here."

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.

He pricked his ears forward. Not that he recognised any of those words, but people sort of sounded a certain way when they were offering him food.

Trenor stood patiently. For awhile. Then he started to fidget, digging a very small hole in the lawn with one front hoof. If Karal were there, he'd get in trouble for that, but maybe this person didn't know he wasn't supposed to do stuff like that.

"Oh, you are a smart one," Faile said, amused. She pulled the snack bar out of her pocket and began to unwrap it.

Trenor whickered and nudged her hand. He knew about treats coming in wrappers, they were the best kind!

Too excited to remember his manners, he reached out to try and grab the treat out of her hands.

Faile has been watching for that so she quickly hid the bar behind her back. "Behave or no treat," she told his sternly.

His ears drooped, his head fell, and he sighed sadly, looking like a very forlorn horse indeed.

Faile laughed again and finished unwrapping the bar behind her back. She broke off a piece and held it out for Trenor on the flat of her palm. "Poor horse. I bet your owner starves you, right?"

Trenor lipped it up, whiskers just brushing her palm, being very, very careful, as if to make up for his previous bad manners.

Faile chuckled and gave Trenor a few hard pats on the neck. "You are a good horse," she said and offered him the rest of the oatmeal bar.

Trenor would totally have agreed if he wasn't so busy eating and could understand English.

When the bar was gone, he started snurfling her, trying to see if there was anymore.

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.

He quit fidgeting, and swivelled his ears, turning his head to look at her.

Singing was new.

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.

Fascinated by the singing, he shook his head and started sniffing her hair, trying figure out where the sound was coming from.

"You can't eat my hair," River told him patiently. Berthold had tried once after all.

No, but he could try. He lipped at it, just in case it was good.

River stopped singing and glared at him.

He nudged her shoulder, trying to make the singing come back.

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.

There didn't seem to be any more treats forthcoming, and the singing had stopped. With one last nudge, Trenor started to wander away, dropping his head to graze.

And River turned and headed towards the dorms.

Z tentatively reached out to pat Trenor. "Sorry if I'm doing this wrong," she told him. "I haven't been around horses much. Any."

The snurfling made Faile giggle. "A greedy one too, I see," she said and held out her empty hands. "I'm sorry. I only had the one bar."

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