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Current Date: December 27, 2057
Character: Aelwine Draxelis
Race: Elf – Forest
Age: 399, physically about 27
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
I know the look he’s giving me far too well. It’s a look I’ve seen times and again, especially so after we’d left the place I had called home while I’d been growing up. Not that he was with me by then, not that he was with me either when I left it after the dark. But his grandfather was with me then and while they are certainly different horses, I can tell that the same blood runs in his veins; he’s much more headstrong than either one of the other two were but that’s the only true difference between him and his father and grandfather.
It took me years to get Arun to behave. At this point, he’s still headstrong but he knows that his childish behaviour doesn’t pass with me. He might start acting up when he’s left to roam free but if he tries anything with me, it rarely takes more than just one quiet look from me for him to settle down for the most part. It’s not perfect, he still spooks, kicks and puts up a fuss depending on the type of exercise I’m putting him through, but it has gotten better.
The only thing to keep in mind is that it has gotten better with me and I’m the only one he behaves at all for. I’m not about to let anyone else deal with him and that’s fine. He’s mine, as is and I have no intention of letting anyone else try to even step up to him. Even in the stables, this idiot has to have his own separated stalls with high walls through and through because he likes to nip at anyone that might step too close to him.
The look he’s giving me, though, I know exactly what it means, and I can only shake my head in exasperation. He tries, this idiot. He tries so hard to get out of daily training and he fails miserably every single time. It’s a look that tries to get across that he’d very much like to be spared this whole thing. It’s a look his father gave me every so often and a look I’ve seen his grandfather give me as well.
In the case of the other two, that look was slightly different, mostly because neither one minded the daily exercise or training, mostly because they seemed to thrive on it. In their case, when they gave me that look, it usually came right after they’d reacted poorly to something that had been in our way. They’d been spooked by something that had never spooked them before and yeah, once I’d calmed them down, they’d give me this look as though they wanted me to just ignore what had just happened; they didn’t want to dwell on it much preferring to leave that little mishap far behind. They were prideful idiots, but they were loving idiots, and they were gentle giants.
I could have put a toddler on either one of them with no saddle and no reins and that toddler would have been so fine it wouldn’t even have been an issue.
That, of course, is something I’ll never be able to do with this one, but I’ve made my peace with this a long time ago. Gone are the times of going on rides with my pair and a single horse. He’d try to eat her toes if I even hinted at the idea, and we can’t have that. He doesn’t need that kind of snack and I quite like her toes where they are at, thank you. If we do go, we’ll do so with a pair and usually not with this one as part of the pair because even then, that would end up in nothing but drama all around.
So really, I know that look. It’s quite the same as the ones I used to get from the older boys but from him, it means something else entirely, but I read him like an open book. I doubt that it comes from the gifts that were so kindly bestowed upon me once I accepted my title, I’ve always had an easy time of being able to read horses and their body languages; I suppose it’s one of the reasons why I manage so well on handling them—for the most part, in any case.
He’s not getting out of today’s lesson, though. Try as he might, he’s out of luck and I don’t have the patience to be, well, patient with him today. He will learn and that will be that.