As his were closed, the little foal didn't notice until it was too late that his master had kicked dirt in his face, and he involuntarily flinched. It was all he could do not to cry out in surprise, but before he could think of it he was smacked in the face by Mavasu's tail. What a wonderful life...
"Yes, m'lord," Valerius murmured with a blank look as he watched the patriarch's retreating figure. Once he was gone, he cast the foal a glance before turning and walking in the opposite direction. "Come, little slave; we must begin your lessons so you may please your master as soon as possible. If you can at all."
Rowan gulped nervously and flicked his ears back, raising his head slightly - not too much - and trotted after the soldier. Hopefully this stallion wouldn't be as harsh and unforgiving as Mavasu. Anyone at all was better than the patriarch.
