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[14thcommander]

It's Hange, Hange, Hange! Were you looking for me? I'll get back to you posthaste. Or when it's convenient.

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[callmefives]

Fives lets himself be steered agreeably enough, looking just as curiously back at the horses as they pass. Animals weren't any part of his life before the barge, and he's always interested in them. "Like feeding the sheep, so they don't accidentally bite you."

He digs out an apple as instructed, and presents it on a flat palm, eased in carefully from one side so the mare can see it coming, and laughs a little as her lips tickle his palm. "Hello," he greets her quietly, and presents another apple. "Aren't you pretty," he adds, and reaches to gently stroke her cheek as Hange disappears. He's content to feed her another apple (only the one more, since Hange had said not to give her too many) and stroke her cheeks and the velvet softness of her nose, then up between her eyes and under her forelock.

By the time Hange comes back her head is draped over his shoulder and he's grinning as she snuffles at his belt pouches.

[14thcommander]

"Haha, very good!"

Yes, this is going to go well. Fives has a stolid nature Hange suspected would make him a good riding student.

She's carrying a soft bridle and leading rope comes over to the mare to fit the bridle on over the head. The leading rope is clipped on under the chin and Hange hands it to Fives and moves to open the stall door. The horse knows what's happening here and moves back a bit to allow for this.

"Alright. We're just going to go to the paddock, and take the rope off there. You lead her - don't keep the rope tight or anything, she knows what's going on."

[callmefives]

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.

[14thcommander]

In a trice they arrive at the small pen and Hange gestures Fives, and his companion, on in.

"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."