Continuation from fagsona pt. 2

[dontaddwater]

Altair hopped down from his own horse, tying him to the opposite post. He untied his bags, tugging a fruit out of one of them, holding it out to his horse. It began to eat it enthusiastically, nipping bites from it until it was down to the core itself.

"It was... difficult," he said, the admission itself difficult. Altair ran his free hand down the horse's mane, trying to distract himself from a conversation he didn't want to have.

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[rafiq]

"Oh," Malik replied in mock surprise. "It is rare that you face anything with difficulty."

He left hay at the horse's feet and rationed some of his water for it. Taking the blankets he'd collected from the horse's back, Malik laid out a bed where the ground was smooth and grassy.