Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} puffheir) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished, |
Zacharias's upper lip twisted. "I won't. And we won't," he said, because that angry feeling was twisting his gut and pushing away anything else that might have been there. He clammed up and went through the rest of the ride in silence.
When the stables came into view, he urged Ransom towards the rail of the outside fence. He slowed the horse and then stopped him. Once the horse had stilled, Zacharias slipped down with ease, landing on the ground with a soft thud.
He held up a hand to help Merlin down, letting him go as soon as he was on the ground. "I won't be contacting you anymore," he told him as he fastened the lead onto Ransom's bridle. "Whatever you saw - well, you were wrong. Or that future won't happen." His blue eyes had iced over.