fandomhighdorms | The Stables: Early Friday morning

Karal was having a good morning. He'd slept well, he'd said the morning prayers, he'd gone down to feed Trenor...

...who bolted across the the stable yard, dragging the lead through Karal's hand and knocking him on his rump.

As he picked himself up, he stared -- he'd never seen his horse rear before, not to his full height. "Trenor, Trenor, it's all right," he said soothingly, very cautiously approaching him.

When he caught the trailing end of the lead, Trenor lunged backwards, shaking his head, ears flat back against his neck. For one second, Karal thought he was going to strike out, but he kept hold of the lead, ready to dodge, and kept talking.

Finally, trembling, the horse dropped his head and walked forward to shove his nose against Karal's chest, just about knocking him over again.

"Glory, what's wrong with you?" He kept his voice low and reassuring. "Silly horse, there's nothing to hurt you here."

Trenor snorted and curved one ear forward, but didn't look at all convinced.