He almost immediately noticed her hesitance and wished to remedy it.
"He s a noble steed. How won't bite." He continued to stroke the horse as though to prove his point.

She reached over, gently stroking Saragons mane alongside Temorin.

"See? No harm."

She smiled softly. " He has a very nice mane. "

"Doesn't he? I think Saragon would agree. He like to throw a fot whenever he goes ungroomed."

She laughed softly. " I'm assuming that's not very often. "

"That is correct. He occasionally won't let anyone go near him if they don't have a brush in had. I swear he is no better than a toddler sometimes."

He gave his horse a small pat accompanied with an eye roll.

" it sounds more adorable to me. "

Temorin laughed in slight agreement, nudging the picky horse onward. Temorin had a soft spot for Saragon despite the horse's many flaws. Saragon's white mane and beautiful black coat made him an enviable specimen, but that was not what had made him so beloved to Temorin.

Saragon was loved not only because of the tight knit bond he shared with Temorin, but because he was a direct descendant of the great calvary horse of an Aristalian King three generations back.

"He's a special horse. That's for sure."

" I can see you treasure him quite a lot. "