21.Aug.19, 08:26 AM
Dasher was definately Quinton's favorite. The skinny stablehand quietly lead the big bay mare out into the late morning sunshine, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he tied her lead to one of the hitching posts outside of the stables and dropped the bucket of brushes and rags just out of reach of the horse's hooves, "Alright, girl. Time to get you clean." The mare wickers at him and bumps his shoulder, making the young man stumble a little and knock the bucket over, spilling brushes and rags onto the ground.
He gives the great beast's head an affectionate shove back, "Hey! I needed those." Quin kneels to gather the brushes back into the bucket, shaking his head in amusement, "You know, I'll never get this done if you don't stop knocking everything everywhere." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, "If I finish quick enough, we'll go for a ride. I don't think anyone'll notice as long as we're back before the end of lunch..."
He gives the great beast's head an affectionate shove back, "Hey! I needed those." Quin kneels to gather the brushes back into the bucket, shaking his head in amusement, "You know, I'll never get this done if you don't stop knocking everything everywhere." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, "If I finish quick enough, we'll go for a ride. I don't think anyone'll notice as long as we're back before the end of lunch..."