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The stables: Friday afternoon
Trenor was standing with his neck stretched right down to the ground, ears up, practically quivering with astonishment.
Just in front of his feet, head stretched up as high as it would go, was a wee charger who'd shed his knight somewhere along the line. Trenor snorted, just about knocking the wee horsie over, and it whinnied and reared, flailing its front hooves at him.
It wanted to play! This made a bored Trenor very happy, and it wasn't long before the charger was galloping around the yard with Trenor trotting slowly after him. When they reached the fence, Trenor reared, bucked, kicking his legs out for the sheer joy of it, and trotted away with the tiny horse chasing after him.
[ooc: I couldn't resist, and it's open if you want!]
Just in front of his feet, head stretched up as high as it would go, was a wee charger who'd shed his knight somewhere along the line. Trenor snorted, just about knocking the wee horsie over, and it whinnied and reared, flailing its front hooves at him.
It wanted to play! This made a bored Trenor very happy, and it wasn't long before the charger was galloping around the yard with Trenor trotting slowly after him. When they reached the fence, Trenor reared, bucked, kicking his legs out for the sheer joy of it, and trotted away with the tiny horse chasing after him.
[ooc: I couldn't resist, and it's open if you want!]