Near Sirius cabin, Monday morning

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Trenor was a very bored horse. Not that he wasn't being looked after properly, but he missed his person, and he was sick of his stall and his yard. So he'd escaped and wandered into camp, in hopes of finding someone to give him treats. When he sniffed at the odd rock near one of the cabins he got quite a surprise.

It stood up.

Legs splayed, he stared at it in shock.

When it spoke, his ears pointed straight at it, and he quivered in astonishment.

"Horses Are Not Supposed To Walk Around Alone. You Should Be In Your Stable."

Trenor simply kept staring at her, and it was much too late when he finally decided to bolt.

Gladys reached out one massive hand and, with surprising delicacy, caught his halter. Trenor pulled back, but he was only a small gelding and Gladys was immovable object and irresistible force all rolled into one.

Even his attempt at passive resistance didn't work. Rather than drag him back to the stables, Gladys simply picked the horse up and put him over her shoulder. Trenor flailed his legs once, trying to leap off, but Gladys barely noticed. Balancing him carefully, she began to walk out of camp. "Now You Will Go Back To Your Stable."

Ears drooping, Trenor hung limply over her shoulder, whuffling to himself.

[ooc: Totally open! (Though it'll be SP in two hours cause I have to go to bed.) And yup, it's canon, a golem can easily carry a horse. Poor Trenor.]

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"Better for everyone?" Cal asked, quirking an eyebrow as he scratched his head a little bit. "What? Was he trampling over everyone's herb gardens, munching on flowers in the window boxes?"

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Gladys hesitated. "Not Yet," she finally said. "But He Could. He Could Damage Himself Or Others, Or The Flowers And Herb Gardens."

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"...You could damage him," Cal pointed out, "carrying him like that. I don't think horses usually like that. I would argue that I'm not certain, as I've never been a horse, but...I have, so..."

He trailed off a little, and then shook his head, waved his hand. "You know what? You're probably right. I'll just let you get back to what you were doing and stay out of matters like proper horse locations."

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Gladys stared at him, eyes flickering, then carefully and gently lifted Trenor off her shoulder and set him on his feet. "I Did Not Realise That."

Trenor stayed where he was, looking as meek as a horse could look, and didn't move so much as an ear when Gladys pinched the edge of his halter between her finger and thumb. "I Will Lead Him."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal blinked a few times as he rather unwittingly seemed to have lead the horse into a more comfortable position and wondered if he should give it a look that told it that it should have appreciated his half-assed efforts. He didn't, though, but he did give it a look like it had better let itself be lead unless it really did like being picked up by whatever this thing he was talking to was.

"It does have a halter," Cal agreed, nodding. "Best use it, I guess, especially if you're using it as a charge against his ultimate freedom."

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"I Will." She took a step in the direction of the stables and Trenor scrambled to follow, whuffling at Cal as he went past him. He really didn't want to be picked up again. "Thank You."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Uh...no problem?" Cal figured that was as good enough response as any, tipping a bit of a wave to the golem thing and the horse as they continued on their way. His head shook slightly as he pursued his own path, thinking that there certainly wasn't ever really a truly dull day around here.