it had been too far to try and bring his own stallion from thailand, so thanin had been convinced to leave his trusted steed behind; instead, inspecting now the horses available for leisure && sport, curtesy of the soloman family. fingers light over their muscled necks, braided manes, avoiding splinters from the stall door as he craned over the edge of the gates, and reached an apple out towards a beautiful kundudo. he'd thought them only to be wild; seeing one up close nearly had his heart thumping from his chest!
the magic was somewhat distracted from as another entered the stables, but when he glanced over, thanin's usually plain, stoic face broke into a familiar smile at the sight of a familiar face. " why, if it is not my oldest friend, in the flesh. has farallon came along with you, or you in business for a spare such as myself? " thanin asked easily, finding comfort in a relatable topic, speaking of mizn's horse.