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knightoftheswanElsa hums happily as she brushes her horse's mane. The mare nickers affectionately and nuzzles at her lady.
"You being a sweetie?" Elsa asks. "You like being brushed, don't you?"
Lohengrin came into the stable about there, just as the mare moved to nibble near Elsa's golden curls.
"Silly thing, my hair isn't straw."
"I agree," Lohengrin says. "Your hair is much finer."
Elsa turns with a start before smiling at her sudden company.
"My knight," she greets, leaning against her horse.
"My lady," he responds with a nod. "And her horse?"
"Mmm. Her name is Pfeifferkuchen."
"I saw that before but I wondered, Pfeifferkuchen?"
"Yes. Like the Christmas cookies that are shaped like rocking horses. I've had her since she was a filly."
"It's clear she's well cared for."
There's a moment of comfortable silence before Elsa asks, "Were you looking for a horse to ride, my knight?"
"I have ridden your Pfeifferkuchen before, though I didn't realize she was yours. She's a fine mare."
Elsa takes Pfeifferkuchen's reins and hands them to Lohengrin, their hands lingering together longer than what is strictly necessary.
"If I may be so bold, my lady..." he says.
"My knight?" she asks.
"Perhaps you would like to ride with me?"
Elsa blushes, her hand still touching Lohengrin's, when she says, "I would."
And it was Pfeifferkuchen who reminded them of this decision a few moments later when she gave Elsa another nuzzle and the lady parted from the knight.
"You being a sweetie?" Elsa asks. "You like being brushed, don't you?"
Lohengrin came into the stable about there, just as the mare moved to nibble near Elsa's golden curls.
"Silly thing, my hair isn't straw."
"I agree," Lohengrin says. "Your hair is much finer."
Elsa turns with a start before smiling at her sudden company.
"My knight," she greets, leaning against her horse.
"My lady," he responds with a nod. "And her horse?"
"Mmm. Her name is Pfeifferkuchen."
"I saw that before but I wondered, Pfeifferkuchen?"
"Yes. Like the Christmas cookies that are shaped like rocking horses. I've had her since she was a filly."
"It's clear she's well cared for."
There's a moment of comfortable silence before Elsa asks, "Were you looking for a horse to ride, my knight?"
"I have ridden your Pfeifferkuchen before, though I didn't realize she was yours. She's a fine mare."
Elsa takes Pfeifferkuchen's reins and hands them to Lohengrin, their hands lingering together longer than what is strictly necessary.
"If I may be so bold, my lady..." he says.
"My knight?" she asks.
"Perhaps you would like to ride with me?"
Elsa blushes, her hand still touching Lohengrin's, when she says, "I would."
And it was Pfeifferkuchen who reminded them of this decision a few moments later when she gave Elsa another nuzzle and the lady parted from the knight.
