Who doesn't love Kartik?
I think I'm in love.
It started a normal enough day, rather boring by my standards for we had been without a carriage driver for two days now. The little boy Willie had been absolutely beside himself with the prospect of caring for two whole animals all by his lonesome little self. Whining away the day as he mucked out our stalls and curried our coats so that we wouldn't rub our tails off against the splintered walls. Might I say he skimped out on his work anyway? I say, the boy is useless without someone to keep him in hand. Boy, if I could talk, I'd tell Mr. Doyle a thing or two about Willie, and they won't be nice things.
Rajah doesn't like him very much either. But then again, Rajah doesn't really like anything. And boy, does he make that known! I have reason to believe the last coachman left because of an unfortunate accident involving Rajah and a loose flock of chickens down by Portobello Road. Serves Old Potts right for using a skitterish horse like Raj instead of myself. I happen to be an exemplary horse, whether in harness or under saddle.
So the day had been so far a waste of waking hours. Willie had come in briefly and cleaned the place in a whirlwind of activity that sent Rajah pacing and snorting in excitement. Honestly. Who keeps such a hot blood stuck in a stall all day? I have a bit of hot blood myself, but at least I'm mannerly enough to suppress my frisky urges when I know I won't be turned out. Rajah is not as intelligent though. He treats his stall as a racetrack; many times a carpenter has been called in to repair his lodgings.
I'd been napping disdainfully for the greater part of the afternoon when suddenly… he arrived.
He was unlike any other human I have ever known, not only in looks, but in manner as well. While most humans might give us the odd carrot forced into our mouths or any uncomfortable pat right between our eyes, this one knew exactly what a horse wants right off the bat. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and I immediately perked my ears. There was a marvelous scent about him, as if he had a pocketful of those cinnamon molasses treats I do so love. He walked to my stall and scratched the spot just behind my ears.
It was love at first sight.
I suck. Take this as drabble or whatever, but sometimes the point of view makes all the difference!
Ginger LURVES Kartik! Yes, it's Ginger, the horse. By the way, don't take the whole "romance" thing seriously. As Spence U Gemma once said, "interspecies erotica is NOT his bag."
Yes, I know I write too much fan fiction,
LunaEquus
Will update whenever, just wanted to get the idea out.
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