Dorian squinted against the morning light shining across the stables. The Inquisitor's favored steed peered back at him, puffs of hot air coiling out from its nostrils. Dorian curled one lip back, the scent of the creature striking him in full force.
"Amatus, is this entirely necessary?"
He turned a his disgusted scowl to the Inquisitor, who merely grinned at him. That happy grin that Dorian normally loved so much. The one where his eyes crinkled just a little, where his brow twisted just a tad. The one that set his heart aflutter. Except now.
Dorian scrunched his nose now, looking back at the creature that was still - quite unnervingly - staring at him.
"I am quite content never learning to ride this… this…" he waves his hands around, looking for the word.
"Beautiful creature?" His love supplied with a grin.
Dorian groaned, running his palm down his face.
"You won't let me go without doing this, will you?"
The Inquisitor beamed at him, shaking his head. Dorian let out a long, defeated sigh as he slouched forward utterly deflated.
"Very well. Let's get this over with."