Jay approached the horses by the trough. He ignored all but the black stallion. The horse snorted softly as he put his hand out and stroked his flank. ‘Hey boy,’ Jay said. ‘Sorry it took me so long to remember.’ He mounted the horse bare, for a true Rathian needed no saddle, nor desired one. It was only then he realised that, naked as the horse was, he had not been hitched to anything, but had simply stood and waited patiently for his return.
