#bergen_county

Brogan tends to Stormwake and Star... feeding and grooming mostly.

Star shies away from Brogan, despite his best intentions. She does not seem to have any interest in being groomed or tended to by the young sidhe, even if that means that she misses her currying (which she has grown to enjoy under Dagmar's attentive care) and her meals wait until the lad has moved away before she approaches.

"This is quite unacceptable." She remarks to Stormwake with a toss of her mane. "I dare say that when MY groom is back, I will be sure she knows of this." (NEEEGHGHH whicker whinny hrrrr hrrr.)

"Oh yes." Brogan says "That OTHER squire" A scowl

(hurr rrrr. swish) ("He's merely tending.. not like he's got the audacity to try to ride us.")

an amused flip of her tail (I'd like to see him try, and get a lesson in flight!)

Brogan sighs "I do not wish Dame Dagmar to think I'm neglecting either of you"

Whinee ("AIr borne two leggers, the gift that keeps on giving." ) Nicker snort ("But I think your hostility explains why I shall be staring at Pennons.")

Her ears flick back at that. A vain creature, and proud - what else might one expect of an Ailil-bred beast? "I don't want the commoners gawping at me, anyways." (whinny, hoof clop, swish) She responds, and moves away to pointedly crop at some grass, though it appears that the remark may have hit a sensitive spot - her pride!

Can horses roll their eyes, the fae steed manages and then says with a fluttering of lips and scratch on the ground ("Let them gawp, let them awe! My two leggers are well trained in how to hold themselves. I have certainty we shall be victorious!")

She huffs in amusement at his bravado, as she stretches her neck to lip at a tantalizing bit of grass just outside the fence. ("Shall we make a wager, then? Should you run your tilts with the lead Mare and keep her from being knocked from your back, I shall consider her colts fit to groom me - IF they mind their manners. But if she is ousted from your back? Then I shall get your sweetcubes and apples for the next moon.")

That catches his attention, oh certainly, A head bob and nod, with hoof stamp ("Done! I have faith in them! I was honorably won! And honorable victory shall continue! Our children will have your speed, my power, and perhaps a tail as lovely as their dam's.")

"I am..missing things. " Brogan says

A neigh of NAY! ("Your words run ahead of you, when you can't even catch me, sirrah!") A hmmph! exhalation and she prances off to the far side of the paddock. Where surely no one will catch her occasionally eyeing that stallion with an air of consideration. Certainly not.

Ears in a very attentive position ("I am well motivated")

Brogan eyes the two horses, "I think maybe it's best I don't know. You're fed. I tried to groom. And I have other chores."

And with that, the squire moves on.

(End Scene)