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!]

Comments

[sampler]

Detlef's keeling over is definitely the most dramatic reaction to his teasing he's ever seen. He should've been an actor.

"Come on, don't give up that easy," Faro pleads with as much seriousness as he can muster, which isn't a whole lot. He lays his palm on Detlef's leg and gives him a playful shake as if to wake him up. "I can't go on without you, I need you to help me up."

That hand on his leg actually makes a good support for pushing himself up to his feet. Marion's wandering back their way as he stands, probably drawn in by Detlef's seeming collapse. Or she just decided it's a good time to eat his hair.

[stableman]

"Oh all right, I suppose, if you insist," he says, dodging the attempt by the mare to start slobbering all over him. Farogil's interested, there's no reason to be an actual mess as well as a joke mess in front of the guy. Detlef stands pushes himself up by using the ground since he doesn't have a convenient leg of someone else to use.

"I can hardly disappoint a customer, or a horse who would like to see the outdoors more." There's a short beat as he straightens the saddle, before he realizes his words might sound odd. "I don't keep her trapped inside, or any of them, but every horse likes being out of the paddock more than one person can manage. You should come down and ride often."

And that statement is delivered in the most innocent tone, with a completely straight face, before he's kneeling next to Marion and lacing his fingers together. "Need a boost?"

[sampler]

Come down and ride often? Faro's grin turns into pursed lips and he gives an empahtic nod in an attempt to play innocent, like he again missed the innuendo. As Detlef kneels, Faro sets his toes on the stirrup and gets a good grip on the saddle in preparation for hoisting himself up. He kinda bounces a few times, testing if he's strong enough to smoothly hop and decides, no, not yet.

"Yes." Maybe he'll practice taking big steps on his stairs so that next time he can do it on his own.

It's a lot easier with Detlef's help, although landing in the saddle is still an uncomfortable thud. Faro gets settled, gathers the reins, then offers a hand to help his tutor up.

[stableman]

He doesn't need the hand, though for a moment he considers it. The contact could be fun. Then again, showing off could be fun. Detlef grins up at Farogil and lightly vaults up onto Marion's back, taking the hand after he lands before resting his other hand on the man's hip.

"We'll get you there," he says, warm and low. "However many lessons it takes. You've shown interest; you'll never be rid of me now."

Detlef clicks his tongue and the mare picks up her head. "Keep doing what you've been doing, unless your legs are starting to cramp." He's tempted to flirt about that too, but there's a line that does need to be drawn and he'll draw it there. "If they are, I can steer her for a bit and give you a packet of salts that will dissolve in hot water and help with the ache later."

[sampler]

He'd like to roll his eyes at Detlef being a show-off, but it's honestly impressive. Faro gives his hand a soft squeeze in that intimate moment where the other man's speaking to him and settling in. But it seems like they've both settled on what's too much and what isn't, as Detlef skips an obvious time for a tease and Faro lets go of his hand to focus entirely on the horse and his lesson.

Now that he's not caught up in his head, Faro finds he really enjoys riding. He practices guiding her around the clearing for a little while, then back onto the road out of town. They don't go much further down it though before they turn around to return to the stables; he does have other things to do today, after all, and better to end on a high note than with exhaustion.

Marion seems content with the outing, too. No more stamping and snorting, just smooth walking and relaxed ears when he draws her to a stop in the stableyard. "Do you think she- wwould she like more short trips or weekly longer ones?"

[stableman]

"Mm," he says, buying a second to think as he drops off the horse and holds a hand out to help Farogil down. Long is good, but on the other hand...

"More short trips. She's still adjusting to her new surroundings, and still getting to know you. And you're still getting to know her too. You can work your way to longer trips as your work schedule allows."

There's a short beat, and then he grins. "And as your social life allows. Though I'll put in for an additional 'more visits' vote, personally. As many 'more visits' as you'd like to make."