Kithri stands before the intimidating creature, almost twice her size in every direction. She listens as it puffs out heavy breaths of air in the cold winter wind. She thinks now to the questions she had to ask, the bribes she had to give to be standing in a small space before this great force. She looks around, making sure no one saw her entry. If such had happened the plan would be ruined. She knew she had little time before she would be found. She looked up at the dark shadow of a creature, it’s hide imperceptible in the dim light of the dawn, and hoped truly this was her dear Qais’ horse.
She placed her small stool on the ground and got well to work. Greeting the horse kindly, not to mention giving it a good helping of snacks of her own making, biscuits of apple and oat. She began to brush through the horse's mane, humming slightly and talking in hushed tones.
“I shall hope you are Qais’ steed, for I shall feel quite the fool if you are not.” The horse wickers softly as the sun begins to let it’s first rays into the stable. Kithri replies to him as if they were of a perfect understanding. “Well, of course, and sorry indeed I am that I do not know your name. ‘Qais’ horse’ seems a rather informal thing to call you. My name is Kithri, if you wish to know it. My dear has had quite a few things which burden him I think. Often I see the weight upon his shoulders and the tired in his eyes. He needs life I think. Growth.” Kithri then begins weaving flowers into the horse's mane, and as it turns her head to see what she is doing a giggle escapes her lips. “Come now! We have no time to waste dear. The sun comes quickly upon us.”
The rest of the morning she cares for the horse in relative silence, save for her humming of a soft lullaby, sweet as a summer breeze and warm as the hearth of one's home. By the time she is finished the horse is fully brushed, and flowers adorn him.
