He didn't know what to do. He knew where he was going, but Alfred couldn't seem to stop his attempts to go. He drank his coffee in the study next to the fire.
Arthur went outside, only shivering a little and drew his cloak around himself tighter, walking into the stables, smiling at the horses. It was clean in there. He gently pet one of the work horses.
He sighed and got up. He went to the stables to see Arthur petting Daryl, one of out work horses. "He's pretty isn't he?"
Arthur looked over and smiled. "Yes he is." he nodded.
Alfred walked over to them and smiled at the horse. "You wanna take him for a ride. He seems to like you and he needs the exercise
Arthur blinked. "Oh. . . that's fine. I don't know how." he said sheepishly.
"I could teach you" Alfred smiled
He looked up at him. "Are you sure?"
"Yes"
Arthur smiled a little. "Okay." he nodded. Then looked back to the horse again.
Alfred pulled the horse out of it's stable and tied the reigns on him. Adjusting the saddle, I walked the horse and Author out to the field. "Hop on the saddle" Alfred said to the boy. Author did. He looked a little shaky. "I'll be right here.."Arthur asked, taking the reins.
Alfred nodded at the boy.
Arthur swallowed and stayed there, waiting for further instruction.
"relax Author. He's not gunna hurt you." Alfred smiled at him.
Arthur swallowed uneasily and nodded. "O-okay."
Alfred tugged on the reigns to move the horse forwards. Author tensed up but then relaxed as the horse moved forward. He looked back at the boy and smile.
Arthur smiled back, trying to be calm.
When Alfred knew he was ready, he let the reigns go and let Daryl take Author.
The horse started into a trot and Arthur gasped. Holding the reins tightly. "N-No! A-Al! S-Stop him!" Arthur stuttered in a panic.
You: Alfred was shaking his head. He whistled loudly for the horse to come. And sure enough the horse slowed down and come back to him.
Arthur had his eyes closed tightly. "G-Get m-me off! I-I want o-off!"
Alfred closed his eyes briefly and sighed. He walked the rest of the way to the horse, patted his head. "Come on..." he held out his hand for the boy to grab.
Arthur literally jumped off the horse and into the others arms, his own arms around the others neck tightly, he was shaking.
Alfred was startled when he jumped into his arm. He was hold him tightly. Alfred broke out into a laugh.
Arthur was going to protest but was just too shaken up, he held onto him tightly. "N-not. . .f-funny. . ." he muttered, pouting.
Alfred's laughs grew stronger. "Of course it is. You were afraid of a horse. Quite funny" he kept chuckling.
Arthur pouted, but didn't want to let go of him, he blushed deeply in embarrassment. Alfred's laugh went on for a good while. Author kept hold on his neck. Even the horse was laughing.
Arthur blushed and soon let go of him, looking downward and began walking away.
"where are you going?" Alfred asked
"F-Forest. . ." Arthur said silently, needing some time to himself.
"are you coming back?" Alfred said puzzled. Unknowing of what to do.
Arthur remained silent and just kept going. "I-I'm going to go sl-sleep. . ."
"There is no use in stopping you, you are just going to do as you please. Go on" the American called as the Brit walked away.
Arthur nodded and kept going, into the forested area, hopping a fence.
Alfred stood there until the boy was out of sight. He sighed then brought the horse back into the stable. Hours past and still no sign of Author. He felt bad for laughing at him. Dinner was near, I must find him he must be hungry.
Arthur had been climbing some trees after his nap, grabbing some rare fruits that he knew tasted delicious.
Alfred was walking through the woods trying to find anything sign of Author. He couldn't see his blonde hair or his emerald green eyes. He didn't want to call out to him because he knew he would hide.
Arthur was reaching for the fruits and then climbing downward to set them down on the ground, then suddenly while climbing down he slipped.
All of a sudden Alfred heard something break and hit the ground. He was worried, what if that was Author? He went in the direction he heard the crash and sure enough it was Author. He was laying on the ground knocked out. Alfred picked him up and brought him home. Carrying his the entire way, he placed him gently on his bed and sat in the chair next to the bed.