A horse is a horse

[stableman]

WHO: Detlef and open
WHAT: Detlef finds and takes in a tiny horse
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Forest and stables
NOTES: There better not be any need for content warnings, guys.

1. The Forest

It isn't unusual to find things roaming in the forest. Detlef avoids a majority of them when he wanders; he wants to read in a sunny, warm place. Preferably with a cat crawling on him, but he's not going to bring them out where there might be predators. He's barely settled in, book open to chapter five, when he hears a rustling. With a sigh he gets up and looks around to see... a horse. A very small pony, unusually small. Any annoyance at the disruption is immediately gone as Detlef kneels by it.

"Oh, hello there," he says quietly, reaching to start getting burrs and snarls out of its mane. He can't risk using the Vice out here where anyone might come across him, but he knows how to handle a horse without it. It tries for a bite but he pulls his hand back in time; this he knows too. "You've been out here for a while. I'll get you an apple to bite soon, all right?"

2. The Stables

The tiny pony is now clean, with a few ribbons in his hair and his hide starting to gleam from brushing. He seems content enough to munch on the offered food, and Detlef is content enough to hum to the animal as he tries to come up with names.

"You need a small name, one that's not too imposing," he tells the pony. "But not too small. You deserve a little dignity to go with your little hoovesies." There isn't really any question of ownership - if anyone anywhere around owned a pony like this he'd know. He's Detlef's now.

[ooc: feel free to make something else up if you want to run into Detlef and neither prompt works!]

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[stableman]

"Gregor," he echoes. He'd known a Gregor once, one of the more stern members of the Watch in the village neighboring his. They'd gone a few times, and he'd been intimidated every time, partially because Gregor had remembered a particular bit of mischief Detlef had gotten up to his first visit. That doesn't make it a bad name, though. It is sturdy. And a tiny horse needs a strong name.

"Gregor the Bold," he says as the small horse tries for another taste of human flesh. That'll take some getting used to, he thinks as he hands an apple over rather than his arm. "It's set, then. And I'm sure he'd like faces that become familiar. Animals appreciate that, especially after being out in the wilds alone for however long he was."

[ferruginous]

Fíadh shoots Detlef a look of mild surprise; she didn't expect her suggestion to be accepted just ... like that. But it's good. The corners of her mouth tick up at the thought, especially knowing that the pony's namesake would be very annoyed if he ever found out. Watching her fingers Fíadh gives Gregor one final cheek scratch before placing her hands on her knees and rising up.

"... I'll come back to see him." She flexes her fingers for a moment before speaking again. "Will the shoes work for you, then?"