The stables: Late Tuesday afternoon

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal arrived at the stables, cheerful because Altra was back, even if he'd woken only long enough to eat several tins of salmon and was now snoring on his bed again.

It only took him a moment to notice something was missing.

"Where is my horse?"

[ooc: it is open, though first for the missing horse aka myself]

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The horse in question was currently trotting across the grass towards the stables.

When Trenor spotted Karal, he slid to a halt and tried to do his impression of an invisible horse who definitely hadn't escaped.

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Karal put his hands on his hips and frowned at him. "Where have you been? I was worried about you!"

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Me?, Trenor's body language seemed to say. Nowhere, I was right here all along.

It also said he was sidling sideways, possibly to avoid Karal catching him again.

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Karal crossed his arms and looked stern. "You know you are supposed to stay in your stall, or in the stable yard. Glory, Trenor! There is no telling what could have happened to you."

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He scraped his hoof against the ground, and dropped his head, one ear curving forward.

He had been very bored, though, and he'd come back. Surely Karal couldn't be mad?

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With a resigned sigh, he shook his head, trying not to smile. "Very well, but come here now. I am not going to chase you."

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Trenor curvetted sideways, trotting lightly, head held eye, looking mischievous.

Not even a little bit?

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Karal frowned more and turned partially away. "I am not chasing after you. If you want your dinner you will come here, right now."

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Trenor blew out a breath and his head drooped. Hooves dragging, he walked over to Karal and shoved his head against his chest, obviously resigned to having no fun at all.

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

Gavin found himself down by the stables for whatever reason and hesitated when he saw Karal-or was it?-was down there.

He stopped for a moment, unsure how to just ask if Karal was Karal.

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Karal saw Gavin and tried to hide behind Trenor. "It was not me!" he called. "Whatever he did or said or, or anything, it was not me!"

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"So, you're back?" Gavin asked. "You're you?"

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"Yes, and I do not think you are cute!" Okay, back, but perhaps not at his most diplomatic.

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"Aw, not even a little bit?" Gavin asked, teasing.

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"No, I mean," he didn't flail, not quite, "yes, but not...Oh Sunlord. Tell me what he did?"

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He laughed and said, "Well, the cute thing. And he wanted me to take off my shirt. And was asking about you."

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"He wanted you to take off your shirt?" Karal facepalmed. "Please tell me you did not. And why was he asking about me?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River had been for a long walk all morning and stopped by at lunchtime in town. A little tired, she headed back to the dorms, but noticed Trenor and Karal on the front lawn. Giving Karal a quick smile, she walked up to Trenor. "I'm afraid I've run out of apples."

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Trenor nudged her, just in case she might have some she'd forgotten about, and Karal smiled at her over his back. "Good afternoon, River. I am not certain he believes you."

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"I smell of apples," River replied with a laugh, patting the horse. "Good to be yourself again?"

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"Oh, Glory." Karal buried his face in Trenor's mane. "Tell me he did not behave poorly?"

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River gave him a sympathetic look. "With me? No. And I can tell who's who." She smiled a little, running her fingers through Trenor's mane, her fingers instictively turning to braiding.

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"That is something at least." He was watching her fingers, and Trenor, who was entirely unconcerned, and he smiled, thinking he might have found the answer to a small mystery. "River? Have you braided his mane before? Perhaps with red ribbons?

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Laughing, River nodded. "I did. You weren't here. Trenor did not object." She continued the braiding, but without ribbons this time.

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"I wondered where they had come from," he said, stroking a very relaxed Trenor's nose. "I am glad that he had some company while I was gone."