- ::Bresa :: Rin ::
As Rin had finished tacking her mare up in her English tack, as if to practice a trick or something of the sort, she found herself watching the two and the horse curiously.
You know.
Just to supervise.
Bresa looked back at Len. "Well if you've got the horse expert here there's nothing to worry about. Give me your wrist." She lashed out her hand and grabbed one of his hands, pulling him forward towards Nightmare. Now, any real horse expert wouldn't suggest this quck of an approach, but oh well.
"Extend your fingers and let your hand rest just above his nose- not his mouth, his nose." Nightmare turned his head to look at the pair, leaning forward a bit to nuzzled Bresa's own hand. She smiled, and brought Len's hand up, holding it forward to Nightmare.
The stallion sniffed his hand, leaning forward to create contact with the boy.
