fandomhighdorms | The Stables: Saturday, mid-morning

"You're too tall." Karal put his hands on his hips, looking up at Trenor, who was looking down at him with astonishment.

Trenor stretched his neck down to nuzzle Karal's hair, as if assuring himself it was, in fact, Karal, and snorted. His person was very, very small.

Karal giggled and pushed his nose away. "Trenor! That tickles!" he told the horse reproachfully. Trenor whuffled his hair again. "You're too big for me to get a saddle on by myself." And he wasn't supposed to ride the horses in the stable. His Da had said. But this was different. Trenor was his horse, and besides - he looked around guiltily - Da wasn't here.

With only a little bit of difficulty, he got the stall door open, the halter and lead hanging neatly over his shoulder. Trenor was too tall for him to get that on, either. "I can't reach," he said, frowning, and held the halter out.

With a deeply put upon sigh, Trenor shoved his nose into the halter, keeping his head low enough that Karal could reach up over his ears and buckle it on.

"Good boy." Karal patted his nose and clipped on the lead rope. "Now we're going to go outside, because you can't stand in your stall all day."

Trenor followed, keeping his head low so he could watch Karal, lifting each hoof very carefully so he didn't step on his now very small person. As Karal led him out of the stable, Trenor sighed again, looking longingly back at his stall.

It's possible he might have a bad feeling about this.

[ooc: just establishy]