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[sidhe_king]

There is, as is not uncommon in Milliways, a horse and rider outdoors, though currently the term rider is a bit of a stretch; Fin is walking beside the horse, combing his fingers through its dark mane and apparently having quite a pleasant conversation. It's only upon a slightly closer inspection that it's revealed the horse has no bridle or saddle, or indeed anything else to suggest it was tamed at all--strictly speaking it hasn't been, nor will it likely be.

Feel free to bother them.

[tiny tag: Finvarra]

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart isn't trying to bother them.

But he's watching them with interest.-

[sidhe_king]

Fin isn't paying attention to much aside from himself and the stallion that's trying to nose out the square of honeycomb from his pocket.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is leaning against the trunk of a tree, and chuckling as he watches them.

That horse is funny! Apart from being very beautiful.

[sidhe_king]

He gets a gentle slap to his ear, as the honeycomb switches pockets. Fin doesn't look up as he answers the chuckle.

"Do we amuse you, Scotsman?"

[scots_wolf]

"You do," Urquhart says, smiling. "That horse knows what he wants."

[sidhe_king]

"So he appears to, aye. Regrettably he won't be getting it."

Finvarra walks, light as ever on his feet, by the horse who seems to know where his rider is going before even Fin does; he makes no move to ride just yet, merely tangling his fingers in the black, loose mane.

[scots_wolf]

"Won't he, when he's done what you want him to?" Urquhart grins.

[sidhe_king]

"No, he won't. I brought it for myself," he answers.

[scots_wolf]

"If I find a little something for him, I guess I'd be undermining your discipline?" Urquhart says, nevertheless taking a few steps towards the horse.

[sidhe_king]

"Very likely you would, aye," he says, eyeing the scotsman.

[scots_wolf]

"And one really doesn't want to get on the bad side of an Irish fairy's discipline," Urquhart grins, offering the horse his open, empty hand to smell, by way of an introduction.

[sidhe_king]

"I'm glad you've managed to learn that one," Fin murmurs. The stallion doesn't smell anything, but blinks one large eye at Urquhart before going back to the quest of trying to get the honeycomb.

"Though to be fair I doubt you'd want to try it with any fae, regardless of origin."

[scots_wolf]

"No, the fair folk isn't somebody anyone in their sane mind meddles with in a bad way," Urquhart says.

"Even though I am not, strictly speaking, sane."

[sunbaked_baker]

There is the smell of baking things from the door to the kitchen - pies, by the scent of it - as a baker steps out to catch some sun until the timers to go off.

[sidhe_king]

Fin is untangling a piece of the horse's forelock, brushing his fingers through the fine and wavy hair before letting it fall again, blowing his own hair out of his face.

The stallion nudges him in the ribs before snorting in Rae's direction, making Fin look over.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine is sitting on the steps below the kitchen door, smiling slightly as she watches them.

The smile broadens as she sees Fin and the horse look over at her. "A friend?"

[sidhe_king]

"A friend," he agrees, walking over to her with a soft smile. He's wearing his habitual black, but with a distinctly casual air in boots, black jeans and a hooded jacket over his shirt.

"He's in a mood with me."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine's in a long-sleeved emerald-green sweater, the v-neck showing the blue camisole beneath, and bluejeans dusted with flour. Her sneakers are green, too, but show her red socks at the ankles.

"Uh-oh. What'd you do?" she says with a smile, tilting her head.

[sidhe_king]

"Apparently I've gotten him in the mindset that every time of late that I have honeycomb, it's his," Fin chuckles, getting headbutted by the horse at his tone.

"Sadly, it isn't."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae stands, making her way over to them. She's slightly cautious, because she's not used to being around horses, but not afraid.

There is flour smudged on her jeans, and her hands smell of apples and cinnamon.

"However did he get into that mindset?" she asks, smiling a slightly dry smile.

[sidhe_king]

"Perhaps because I have given it to him before." Fin steps aside so the stallion can see her, and he takes one of her hands, spreading it open and palm up. "Let him smell your hands."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Then I'm afraid I may have to side with him on this one," she says, watching the horse approach her outstretched hand.

She, in the manner of one not accustomed to horses, keeps her hand as still as humanly possible in case she messes up somehow.

[sidhe_king]

He chuckles and watches as the stallion noses her hand, combing his fingers through his mane.

"You could ride him."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine grins at the feeling of the horse nosing her palm, and moves her hand to stroke along his nose.

"I've never ridden a horse before. Not a lot of horses in New Arcadia."

[sidhe_king]

"It isn't difficult," he says, stroking the stallion's nose and neck. "He shan't throw you."