Who:Edmund and You! What: Horsin' around. (Except not because horses can be skittish creatures and are enormous, so you should be on your best behavior. - Edmund) Where: The Stables When: Wednesday afternoon Warnings: None! Notes: Open to multiples! He's always at the dang stables.
Though there were stable-hands to clean the horses and their stalls and otherwise do the dirty work of keeping the animals, Edmund could never really bring himself to let others do all of it. Taking part in those rituals was critical to bonding with a horse, sensitive creatures as they were, and it was a job he was glad to do. It was soothing for both the horse and rider, he thought, to spend time with a brush after a long ride, and it reinforced their bond besides.
"There," he said, giving one last stroke before patting the mare on her side. "All done. You did so well today, do you know that? What a good girl you've been." He couldn't help but trail a hand up to scratch behind her ears and press his cheek to her muzzle. What a joyous occupation he'd found here in Madison! To spend all his days with horses and teach others to love them as he did...
It was much better than waging war in a backwater fishing village, at any rate.
A sound from the stable doors surprised him and Edmund let go of the horse to turn and see who was there.