This is a private roleplay between Ponies heaven and I! Please do not post if you aren't one of us, but feel free to follow along!

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Adrien was being walked through... somewhere. He had just got out of a carriage and was now somewhere else. Further north of where he was. He had been forced to change into something nicer, nicer than usual. And was currently limping as he walked next to the person escorting him. The man wasn't... mean. Just stern. The man eventually walked into a work building and Adrien stayed put, looking around as he waited. He saw a barn and looked back through the door that the man had come through and gulped. When he looked back, his eyes brightened slightly when he saw a horse sticking its head out. He quickly walked over, petting the horse on the nose. The horse complied and lowered its head further. Adrien kept stroking it's nose but froze when he heard someone approaching. He looked up and saw a farmer standing there... he thought they owned the barn and horse... oh... but he was surprised when the man smiled down at him.

"He doesn't let many pet him. Especially not kids. Nice job kid. If you ever come back, maybe you can ride him."

He said quietly, patting his head before walking back inside. Adrien blinked in confusion and looked back at the horse. He reached his hand over and gently rubbed its face again. That's nice...

Hunter sat in one of the Extravagant carriages his family owned, he had a book in his lap. His father wanted him to read this for the trip, it was a book on different lords and titles and their lands. Hunter looked up, glancing out of the window. It was warmer here then it was at home, but it still snowed, thankfully. Hunter watched as the carriage begun to pull into the driveway of a small castle like building. Lord Garlith had offered to train up Hunter. He made it seem like a kind gesture but everybody knew Lord Garlith was sucking up to his father. Hunter stepped out into the warm air as the carriage pulled to a stop. Athunth pulled off his warm fluffy furs, passing them to a servant. Athunth walked towards the entrance of the castle, two figures standing and waiting for him.

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Adrien had worked a long time that day, it wasn't hard work. Not really. But there was a lot of it... but he did it. He did it without thinking. He was basically a... servant. If anything. He was to bring things to the ones that were a higher... rank... in the social pyramid than him. But, he did find time to go back to that barn... the farmer had told him some things about the horse he was petting. His name was Prince, he was a black, Friesian stallion as well. He was one of the horses that the high-ups rode. But he wouldn't let any of them ride him...Only the farmer and Adrien could even touch Prince. Adrien was genuinely amazed, this horse... only he and one other person could touch? That was... interesting. Adrien kept coming back, petting the horse, and talking quietly with the farmer about riding. He had told Adrien a bit about himself too. He told him that he owned this place, which was nice. It was a very... extravagant barn and had halls of stunning horses. Mostly black Fresians. And he had told Adrien that he would say true to his word, he was going to teach him to ride... Adrien had never ridden a horse before, he had seen them plowing fields, but those were larger horses. Shire's, he was informed. And he loved them, almost everything about them he adored, so obviously, he accepted. And so, his 'training' began.

One night, he was out, the farmer had needed to go do something. Adrien was walking Prince around a grass field, both were quiet, and both were peaceful. Prince let Adrien sit quietly on his back as they waited patiently. Not making a sound. The cool wisps of the field surrounded them, and Adrien watched as Prince chewed on the swaying grass. It was lovely...

Hunter was shown to his chambers, might as well get used to it here, I am going to be here till in am 15 He thought, dropping his book on the bed and walking around, testing the bed. Hunter sighed and walked out of his room, grabbing his coat and wrapping it around him tighter. He found himself walking around, looking for something to do, as, his lessons wouldn't start till tomorrow. Hunter sighed and continued walking, every time the castle like structure coming more and more out of sight. He turned another corner and spotted a boy on a gleaming black horse, slowly Hunter approached, walking in a wide circle to allow the horse to know he was there, but also letting the boy know too. "Hello!"

Hunter watched as the boy waved at him, "Your name?" He asked, hoping to get the boy talking. All the staff around this castle have been acting that way, it was starting to get on his nerves, he wanted someone to talk to, despite his lack of talent in making friends. Hunters eyes dropped and studied the black horse, he could tell that the horse wasn't the boys, but he said nothing about it. In fact, Hunter hoped that he enjoyed it.

Hunter smiled at the boy, grateful to get him talking. "Athunth Oberon, Son of Lord Oberon, heir to the Ergon Feif. But you can call me Hunter" he said smiling again. Hunter now looked at the horse, who had its ears pinned, "you know how to ride?" He asked