Silent_Priest
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- Posted: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 22:46:11 +0000
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Arowen’s snark was quickly reprimanded by Salvador as the horse exited his stall and swished his tail at the right moment to give his master a face-full of the black and white hairs. ‘Course this only made the man laugh as he fixed his now ruffled red hair. “Oh, too early for you to put up with me Sal? Well, I could always leave you here and take a carriage-” The comment was cut off when he saw the closest thing to a pout a horse could make stare him down. Arowen had to purse his lips to keep himself from smirking, “-or I can go into town on the back of the most handsome equestrian in all of the Northern Kingdom.” He stepped up in front of Salvador and nuzzled his face into the velvety hairs on the horse’s snout, basking in the hot breath exhaled, warming his cheeks.
“Well come on then, let’s get you ready!” Arowen lead Salvador out, snagging the grooming satchel hanging on the wall by the door. “We’ll be heading out to the Neutral Ground.” The redhead stated as he paused and positioned the black and white equine so he could be groomed. He grabbed the curry comb from the satchel and started running it along Salvador’s flank, removing dirt and loose hairs from the patterned coat.
“In a week, we have the Day of Truce-” Salvador turned his head at this and stared at him questioningly, Arowen shrugged his shoulders as if in a way of saying ‘I didn’t pick the name’ and continued talking, “It’s the annual festival of peace. All the kingdoms come together to celebrate with a week-long festival preceding the Day of Truce at the Neutral Ground.”
He ran his hand along the shine-smoothed coat of his stallion, nodding at his hard work as he traded the curry comb for a soft brush and moved to stand in front of Salvador to groom his face and neck. “At the end of the week, the night after the Masquerade Ball is held, Father and the other Sovereigns will renew the Peace Treaty, thus ensuring another year of peace between the Four Kingdoms.” Arowen planted a kiss on the horse’s white muzzle and ruffled the black and white hairs that fell over a long forehead. ”I think I’ll do some small braids for your mane. Perish the thought if I let you trot around with an unkempt mane and tail like some savage!”
At this, the stallion bobbed his head up and down as he stamped his front hooves, sending his mane in a flurry of black and white. When he was done with his ‘savagery’, he stood, full and proud, in front of his master, with his mane tangled and in disarray. Arowen pursed his lips once more, though his shining ice blue eyes showed the laughter he was keeping in.
“Alright, you win, but I’ll have you know, I’m not letting you leave here with you mane looking like that.” Arowen dug around in the grooming satchel and pulled out the dandy brush before staring down his equine with his hands on his hips. “I’ll not have any other stallion look better than my Salvador. Let alone let any mares see you.” At the mention of mares, Salvador hastily bowed his head to let his master fix the rat nest that was his mane. “That’s what I thought.”
When he was done with his task, Arowen ran his fingers through Salvador’s now smoothed mane. He grabbed a few strands of hair and began working several small, loose braids into the mix, tying each one off with a small tear-drop ruby, showing his status as a Noble Equestrian from the Northern Kingdom. “There,” Arowen rapped his knuckles against Salvador’s jaw, “You’re all done, Handsome.”
“Well come on then, let’s get you ready!” Arowen lead Salvador out, snagging the grooming satchel hanging on the wall by the door. “We’ll be heading out to the Neutral Ground.” The redhead stated as he paused and positioned the black and white equine so he could be groomed. He grabbed the curry comb from the satchel and started running it along Salvador’s flank, removing dirt and loose hairs from the patterned coat.
“In a week, we have the Day of Truce-” Salvador turned his head at this and stared at him questioningly, Arowen shrugged his shoulders as if in a way of saying ‘I didn’t pick the name’ and continued talking, “It’s the annual festival of peace. All the kingdoms come together to celebrate with a week-long festival preceding the Day of Truce at the Neutral Ground.”
He ran his hand along the shine-smoothed coat of his stallion, nodding at his hard work as he traded the curry comb for a soft brush and moved to stand in front of Salvador to groom his face and neck. “At the end of the week, the night after the Masquerade Ball is held, Father and the other Sovereigns will renew the Peace Treaty, thus ensuring another year of peace between the Four Kingdoms.” Arowen planted a kiss on the horse’s white muzzle and ruffled the black and white hairs that fell over a long forehead. ”I think I’ll do some small braids for your mane. Perish the thought if I let you trot around with an unkempt mane and tail like some savage!”
At this, the stallion bobbed his head up and down as he stamped his front hooves, sending his mane in a flurry of black and white. When he was done with his ‘savagery’, he stood, full and proud, in front of his master, with his mane tangled and in disarray. Arowen pursed his lips once more, though his shining ice blue eyes showed the laughter he was keeping in.
“Alright, you win, but I’ll have you know, I’m not letting you leave here with you mane looking like that.” Arowen dug around in the grooming satchel and pulled out the dandy brush before staring down his equine with his hands on his hips. “I’ll not have any other stallion look better than my Salvador. Let alone let any mares see you.” At the mention of mares, Salvador hastily bowed his head to let his master fix the rat nest that was his mane. “That’s what I thought.”
When he was done with his task, Arowen ran his fingers through Salvador’s now smoothed mane. He grabbed a few strands of hair and began working several small, loose braids into the mix, tying each one off with a small tear-drop ruby, showing his status as a Noble Equestrian from the Northern Kingdom. “There,” Arowen rapped his knuckles against Salvador’s jaw, “You’re all done, Handsome.”
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ϢϦёrё iᴤ Ⱥroϣên? Court Yard of the Horse Stalls
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxϢϦаϯ iᴤ Ⱥroϣên Ɗѳiƞᶃ? Grooming Salvador
Ҥoϣ Ⱥroϣên ƑёёƖᴤ: Content/Playful
ѺѺϹ: :D I have no idea what I'm doing.
*EDIT: Fix #1, All better, I think...
*EDIT: Fix #1, All better, I think...