Outside the dorms: Thursday morning

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Trenor had had a very strange few days. He was tired, he was sore, and he missed his person.

Last night, when the boy had fallen off his back, he'd taken the opportunity to run away. But he'd still had his saddle on, and his bridle, and he hadn't been able to get back into the stable.

All in all, it was a very sad looking Trenor who was grazing half-heartedly on the lawn in front of the dorms.

[ooc: open post, of course]

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Trenor snuffled her hand gratefully, sighing a little as he squared up, ready to follow wherever she might lead.

He was really hoping it would be back to the stables. He wanted his stall and he wanted this stuff off of him! If he hadn't known it would have made him a Bad Horse, he'd have tried to shed it last night.

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Aravis whistled for Ata, then started to lead the way to the stables. "First sorbet, which I still do not think was very good for you. And now this. Honestly."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He followed placidly along behind her, head low, trusting that she'd make everything better.