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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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[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."