James had been out and had eventually ended up in the stables. He had been fond of horses ever since he had played a part in some cruesading and chivalry things. He found them to be relaxing. He wandered between the stalls until he found a horse to his liking. She was an old mare, greyed by age and many hardships. She was a quarter horse and you could tell she used to be a beautiful horse. Traces of a warm brown coat were still left and she had beautiful hazel eyes.
''Hello my dear.'' He said entering the mare's shelter.
He let a hand roam in the greyed blond mane and he could tell the animal was enjoying it. Spying a brush laying idly on the wall next to him, he started to brush her mane and polish her coat while the mare munched on some hay. He whistled softly a song, entertaining the horse in the stables.
''Hello my dear.'' He said entering the mare's shelter.
He let a hand roam in the greyed blond mane and he could tell the animal was enjoying it. Spying a brush laying idly on the wall next to him, he started to brush her mane and polish her coat while the mare munched on some hay. He whistled softly a song, entertaining the horse in the stables.