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The stables: Late Friday night
It was a very tipsy Karal who staggered down to the stables. He just wanted to make sure Trenor was all right.
Trenor, as it happened, was fine. Though his ears shot forward with astonishment at seeing his person so late at night. "You're a good horse, aren't you? You're the best horse. Gift from the Sunlord," he said, stroking Trenor's nose.
Good horse were words he knew, and he snorted, nudging Karal.
Who just about fell over. "Not nice," he protested, grabbing at the stall and Trenor's mane. "The stables are spinny."
Trenor sighed and hung his head over the stall door so Karal could pat him.
It was nice in the stables, and warm, and it reminded him of home. Between that and the alcohol, it wasn't long before he was curled up on a haybale next to Trenor's stall, fast asleep and snoring.
[ooc: just establishy.]
Trenor, as it happened, was fine. Though his ears shot forward with astonishment at seeing his person so late at night. "You're a good horse, aren't you? You're the best horse. Gift from the Sunlord," he said, stroking Trenor's nose.
Good horse were words he knew, and he snorted, nudging Karal.
Who just about fell over. "Not nice," he protested, grabbing at the stall and Trenor's mane. "The stables are spinny."
Trenor sighed and hung his head over the stall door so Karal could pat him.
It was nice in the stables, and warm, and it reminded him of home. Between that and the alcohol, it wasn't long before he was curled up on a haybale next to Trenor's stall, fast asleep and snoring.
[ooc: just establishy.]