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fandomhighdorms2010-01-17 03:25 pm
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The Stables, Sunday Late Afternoon
Arthur had not been looking forward to the idea of heading out in this weather, but he was a man of duty, and he did have... some concerns in regards to the health of the horses and the dog. He also wasn't sure how long their food would hold out.
Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.
(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)
He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.
Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.
[[ open, sure ]]
Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.
(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)
He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.
Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.
[[ open, sure ]]