A/N This is my first fanfic EVER. More chapters in the works but if you want to write me a prompt, I will see what I can do ;)
Merlin was playing catch with a horse.
The problem was, the horse seemed to be better at catching than he was.
He reflected on this momentarily before he dropped the ball. Again. It was really getting quite annoying.
Still, it was better than playing with Arthur. Or one of the knights. Or anyone else for that matter. At least the horse couldn't tell him how bad he was at catching.
Unlike the knights.
"Merlin! There you are!"
Oh dear.
"Gwaine, Percival," Merlin replied unenthusiastically.
"Arthur wants you. He wants to know what you've done with his hor– ah."
"Merlin, is there any particular reason why you're playing catch with Arthur's horse?"
Merlin debated the advantages of running in the opposite direction.
"I – uh – Thought it looked lonely."
"So you brought it out here to play catch?"
"Um, yes? I mean, it can't be a very exciting life, being a horse, can it? I mean it's not exactly like you can talk to anyone, or even just get out and about once in a while without it being someone else who's making you carry them, and then it's not really fair because you don't really have any control over where you're going. So I thought it might enjoy playing catch."
"Merlin."
"Um, yes?"
"You're blabbing again."