You knew this had to happen.
Tomas didn't know the person with the horse. He was still a little skittish at times, too. But. A horse.
A real live horse.
It had been years since he'd seen one. There were no horses in the capital, that he'd seen, and he had missed them.
He went flailing out toward it at a full-on run, then skidded to a halt, blinked wide eyes up at the man with the horse, and scuffed his foot, as if suddenly afraid to greet the animal now that there was a person involved.