Unaware of the display happening not far from the horses, Catherine was completely enamoured by the creature. Her lithe fingers traced patterns down the side of the horse, the course hair folding beneath her touch. She smiled as she looked to the horse, which seemed to hold herself without the haughtiness of her father’s stock. Quite often the horses were so heavily regimented that their spirits were broken, and Catherine would feel deep pity at the broken look in their eyes. Animals weren’t held in affectionate thoughts to the people of her class; they were merely there to serve. Catherine often believed herself so out of place quite often, from her love of literature to her dislike for dinner parties, she was most different to others of her standing. She was expected to be a fine young lady in society, but her mind was filled with thoughts of adventure and more, a mind that would be heavily disciplined if any were to discover.
Catherine smiled still as she reached for the little bag beside the stable door, pulling out a sugar cube. “I am sure we would both be in trouble for this” Catherine mused as she extended her flattened hand, and just as the horses lips snatched up the treat, a voice sounded from the side which startled her a little.
“Oh” Catherine said somewhat dumbfounded as she tried to gather herself, smoothing out the rustle in her skirt. “Yes…” she quickly added, looking from the man back to the horse. “Yes she is lovely”. Catherine turned back to the man and once her eyes were steady she quickly learned was the animal tamer. Whilst she’d found him majestic before there was something extraordinary about him up close. Almost like one of the characters from one of the many books she had read, there was almost a magical element to him. Perhaps it was the fearless way he had interacted with the animals, the way he had danced with beasts so fierce. But standing this close to him now, she was almost overpowered by a mystical power that he carried, one that made no sense to the blonde.
“She is most different to the horses I know” Catherine confessed, returning her attention to the mare. Catherine had expected a swift escort back to the crowds, a colourful insult of some kind. She had heard nothing but unpleasant things about the Gypsy fold and those who worked at the circus. But the man spoke with an unexpected kindness, and even if she was somewhat knocked off balance by the exoticness of his looks, she did not miss the fondness in his eyes when he looked to the horse. At least this horse would never know the burden or agony of bearing reigns and forced into prancing at the lead of fancy carriage.
Returning her hand to the horse once she was nuzzled by her, she once again took the man into sight. “Your show was incredible… but do they not scare you?” Catherine asked, unable to hold back the excitement of talking about such a subject.
Catherine smiled still as she reached for the little bag beside the stable door, pulling out a sugar cube. “I am sure we would both be in trouble for this” Catherine mused as she extended her flattened hand, and just as the horses lips snatched up the treat, a voice sounded from the side which startled her a little.
“Oh” Catherine said somewhat dumbfounded as she tried to gather herself, smoothing out the rustle in her skirt. “Yes…” she quickly added, looking from the man back to the horse. “Yes she is lovely”. Catherine turned back to the man and once her eyes were steady she quickly learned was the animal tamer. Whilst she’d found him majestic before there was something extraordinary about him up close. Almost like one of the characters from one of the many books she had read, there was almost a magical element to him. Perhaps it was the fearless way he had interacted with the animals, the way he had danced with beasts so fierce. But standing this close to him now, she was almost overpowered by a mystical power that he carried, one that made no sense to the blonde.
“She is most different to the horses I know” Catherine confessed, returning her attention to the mare. Catherine had expected a swift escort back to the crowds, a colourful insult of some kind. She had heard nothing but unpleasant things about the Gypsy fold and those who worked at the circus. But the man spoke with an unexpected kindness, and even if she was somewhat knocked off balance by the exoticness of his looks, she did not miss the fondness in his eyes when he looked to the horse. At least this horse would never know the burden or agony of bearing reigns and forced into prancing at the lead of fancy carriage.
Returning her hand to the horse once she was nuzzled by her, she once again took the man into sight. “Your show was incredible… but do they not scare you?” Catherine asked, unable to hold back the excitement of talking about such a subject.