A Difficult Arrival 5/9 tag: Gideon

From within the stables could be heard the whinnies and snorts of a horse. In a murmur underneath that, an Ave Maria was being offered in French. The person offering this benediction was a man who stood at about 5'8 on his good days, who had strawberry blonde hair and laughing blue eyes. His skin was ever ruddy, his nose was quite a honker and his hands were sure on the lead that he struggled to keep hold of. The cadence, volume and tone of the words never changed, but from the look on his face? This was the closest the individual ever got to actually swearing. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. And by the saints and apostles, you need it. Great hulking beast as you are, ill tempered and grumpy. Come get into your room here, and you'll have some oats and molasses. Mayhap some apples, if you'll cooperate. Tempest In a Teacup, you are. I don't know what Gid was thinking, putting hands on you." Ireland danced in the voice, and it seemed to keep the horse from being absolutely mean.

*tilting his head and looking towards the stables he chuckles as he knows whats going on, almost a nightly routine it seems. He rises from his seat and moves to the sounds he hears closing the distance with long strides. He stops at the large door and leans against the beamwork of the doorway, he voice rich in its candor.*

"Problems again old one? Is Simon bothering you with his motives to keep you safe?" *a slight smirk and a belly laugh rumbles from Gideon as he watches Simon and Selkie deal with each other.*

A gimlet eye was cast toward the Troll from the spry man, who moved rather quickly to avoid the equine head that was tossed, and the hoof that was stamped. The wicker and snort from Selkie communicated that the horse was not ready to go into his stall for the night, and instead demanded a ride. Simon gave a snort of his own, and a roll of his eyes. "Yer a right spoiled creature. Off with you, before the stink of rotten horse lingers. You know your Master will just give into demands, you great, hulking beast. Go, and when you come back, I expect more cooperation." Simon turned to hang up curry comb, brush and hoofpick, only to find his rump nipped at by said creature. The man howled the beginnings of an Our Father. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name!" Before giving the animal an affronted glare, and stalking from the stable, shoving the reins into Gideon's hands with an equally baleful and dismissive look spared for him.