Fives pets her again, a long stroke down her elegant neck and a gentle skritch under her mane, then heads for the door, watching to make sure the horse follows as expected. He smiles widely when she does.
"She's beautiful," he tells Hange, and rests his free hand on the horses shoulder as he walks next to her, feeling the muscles shift beneath her skin.
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"She's beautiful," he tells Hange, and rests his free hand on the horses shoulder as he walks next to her, feeling the muscles shift beneath her skin.
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"They are lovely, aren't they?"
Scouts really love their horses. Hange watches both Fives and his steed with a soft face and fond expression.
"Alright. Now, let her go and move away from her. Don't look at her, keep your back turned to her. Don't give her any apples."