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The Stables: Sunday, late afternoon

The stables only had one occupant at the moment, and he was extremely cranky.

He was in his stall when he wanted be out in the yard, his person was too small to groom him properly, so his back was itchy and his mane was all tangled. His dinner hadn't been his proper dinner and he'd had it too early, and there was hay in his water.

And he might be feeling a bit guilty about dumping two kids in two days, even if he hadn't actually hurt anyone. Or maybe he just had gas.

It was hard to tell what, exactly, was causing the sour expression and the flattened ears.

The stables weren't locked, and there were lots of places to explore and things to play with besides the cranky horse.

[ooc: totally open post! Trenor won't bite anyone, but he is very cranky, so isn't likely to be at all friendly. Plus, there's a big hayloft and a tackroom to play in if anyone wants to go exploring.]

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After her gremlin adventure and flying and dealing with Victor which felt like an adventure in itself, Jaina was feeling bored and wanted to wander around, and she hadn't wandered around the stables yet.

"I don't think you're gonna fit in any boxes," she greeted Trenor, but she didn't think she'd want him to go anywhere but here anyway.

Trenor hung his head over the stall door at the noise. When he saw it was another small person, he flattened his ears even more and snorted, shaking his head and making his mane fly.

There would be no trying to put him in boxes, thank you. Not without a fight.

Not knowing what that meant, she shook her head in an imitation and said, "...to you too."

Trenor threw his head up in the air, and twisted it around to peer at her in confusion.

He had no idea what that meant, so he snorted again and pawed the floor, kicking his hoof against the door.

"Do you wanna come out?" she asked, wondering if Threepio would know Horse.

Trenor bobbed his head up and down, and pawed the floor again.

He had no idea what she'd asked, but he was just happy she hadn't tried to ride him yet. He was a high-bred palfrey; he was not meant to give pony rides.

Nodding meant yes. "Okay," she said, biting her lip and tugging at the door to try and open it.

His ears shot forward and he looked at her in astonishment.

And then he tried to help, nudging at the latch. It was a little stiff, and Karal had put a bit of baling twine on it to keep him from letting himself out.

He lipped at it, trying to show her that it had to come off first. This small person he was actually starting to like.

Of course there was a latch. Everything had to be made harder. Being smaller than usual, she had to reach for it, and after a moment of that said, "Forget this," and concentrated really hard, trying to lift the latch with the Force.

Trenor scrambled backwards, ears quivering, as the latch moved by itself.

Even the click of it opening didn't make him move forward, but he did snort suspiciously.

"Come on," Jaina called. "You're free!" He was free, right? She hoped she didn't do something wrong.

Trenor stretched his neck out towards her, nostrils flaring as he tested whether something bad was going to happen. Things should not move by themselves.

When no horse-eating anythings materialised, he took one cautious step forward, then another, almost tippy-toeing as he nudged the door open and then he was out of his stall.

This was good. This was very good, and he flagged his tail and pranced on the spot, before turning to try and nose the small person's hair in thanks.

Jaina laughed, reaching a hand up to try and pet him. "Now what are you gonna do?" she asked.

Petting was good and he nudged her hand briefly, before turning again and heading, very determinedly, for the door to outside, ears pointing straight ahead.

Trenor was a horse on a mission.

He seemed to know what he was doing. "Have fun!" Jaina called after him, and wondered what else she could find in here.

He snorted once in response, then pushed through the door, and immediately dropped to his knees and started to roll in the dirt, legs flailing wildly in the air as he grunted in happiness.

The once cranky horse was now a very happy horse.

Going outside to investigate the sound, Jaina giggled as she watched him. She didn't know what he was doing, but he looked like he was having fun.

His back had been all itchy and it wasn't anymore. Of course, he was now thoroughly coated in dust.

Which, when he lunged back to his feet and shook himself, poofed out in a big dust cloud.

Jaina grinned and said, "You made a mess. But I'm not gonna make you clean it up."

Trenor pawed the ground, contemplating whether to roll some more, then snorted to himself. With a quick look at Jaina, to make sure she wasn't going to try and catch him, he started to graze on a patch of grass, keeping one ear curved in her direction.

She watched him for a minute, but no one liked to be watched while they were eating. "I'm going to see what's inside," she informed him. "I'll be in there if you need me."

And listening carefully in case he did anything else she wanted to see.

Trenor kept idly grazing, ears flicking mildly, then he suddenly exploded, bucking and rearing and snorting as he danced across the grass away from Jaina.

She startled, turning around to try and find out what was wrong. "What?" she asked, worrying that she had to go get someone.

Trenor pranced back across the grass towards her, eyes bright and ears up, dropping his head to nudge her and then dance away again.

It took her a second to figure out what he was doing, and then she said, "You're crazy." But she was smiling when she said it.

He sighed sadly and paced back, trying to lip at her shirt.

She frowned, sure he wasn't trying to eat her, and guessed, "Do you want me to stay out here?"

The call to Threepio was sounding like a really good idea.

As far as Trenor could have thoughts, they were currently revolving around food, some latent memory involving Jaina and snacks surfacing.

Of course, he had no way to tell her that. But he could try and stick his nose in her pockets to check for himself if there were any snacks she'd forgotten about.

Oh, hey, that was a hint. "I don't think I have any food," she said sadly. "But... I bet I could get some!"

Trenor bobbed his head again, looking at her expectantly.

"Okay," Jaina said, backing away and adding pointedly, "Stay right here, I'll be right back."

She hoped he listened better than gremlins as she raced back towards the dorms.

Trenor watched her go, ears drooping out to the sides. He dropped his head to nose at the ground, tail low, feet dragging as he poked at the grass.

He was sulking. She'd left without getting him any snacks and now he was sulking.

Jaina stopped in a common room long enough to pull a chair up so she could get some stuff from the higher shelves, and then she ran back out to the stables as fast as she could with her arms full of stuff.

She came to an abrupt stop and said, "I don't know what horses eat so I brought lots of stuff."

His head came up and he whickered loudly, sulks forgotten, and trotted over to her, sniffing at everything she'd brought back. Something made a crinkling noise, and he poked it with nose.

"You want that?" she asked, putting the rest of the food down in order to open up the package, really really carefully. She held it out for him, not sure how horses ate.

Messily, as it turned out. Trenor shoved his nose in, scarfed up a mouthful, then pulled his nose out again, dribbling crumbs everywhere while he chewed, eyes half closed and ears flopping in pure bliss.

"You must've been starving," Jaina deciding, smiling as she watched him and keeping her hands really steady as she held the bag.

Starving, greedy, it was hard to tell, but Trenor contentedly emptied the bag of all but crumbs.

When he'd finished, she looked into the bag to see it was empty. "That enough?" she asked. Jacen would know how much horses ate, or if he just needed a snack.

He nosed the bag, making it crinkle, and nosed her hands, then dropped his head to pick at the grass, looking very content.

"Good," she said, folding up the bag neatly to throw away later. "Need anything else?"

Apparently Jaina was feeling helpful.

Trenor nibbled on her shoe, then started to wander off towards better grass.

"I guess that's a no," she said, looking down at her shoe and wondering why he kept trying to eat her clothes.

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