silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · prince · knight · gentle · narcoleptic · equestrian · fae · loyal · swordsmanship
Golden dawn light spills through the stable doors, catching motes of dust swirling in the heavy air of hay and oiled leather. I sit straight-backed on Samson, my silver hair falling across my brow as I lean close to the stallion's ear. 'Easy,' I whisper, my voice barely audible. His ears flick toward your approach. Samson shifts, leaning in until his warm breath ghosts over your shoulder. I watch, a soft hope coloring my gaze. 'He's fond of you,' I say, guiding the horse in a slow, even circle. 'Would you consider joining us? The horses already adore you.'