The stables: Saturday afternoon [post-picnic]

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After the picnic, Karal headed over to the stables, to spend some time with Trenor and make sure he was recovering from their very long trip. Given the way he was bouncing around the stable yard, it looked like he was doing just fine.

Karal leaned on the fence and shook his head. "You have far too much energy," he called, laughing as Trenor trotted over and demanded to be patted. Karal obliged. "But I'm glad you're doing well."

[ooc: for the only other person on the island who has a horse (though she may not be here just yet) and great slowplay, and also for anyone else.]

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Once she had Greatheart in the stall, Karal nodded. "There are. Let me just get Trenor," he said, and disappeared out the door, returning shortly with Trenor.

Trenor curved his neck towards Greatheart, tugging at the lead, but Karal drew him away, leading him into his stall. "Let him get settled in, you great loon. You can meet him later."

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Beauty laughed, as she was having something of the same difficulty with Greatheart. Apparently he was more enthusiastic about meet-and-greets than his owner.

Food was a good distraction, though, and Beauty eventually managed to get the horse settled and happily rattling the oats around his feed bucket. She hauled his tack away to clean it, relaxing enough in the familiar task to even hum a little under her breath.