You held onto the side of your horses saddle, Unbuckling it while you listened to Arthur's rambling. Something about a robbery gone bad, And eventually it shifted to horse talk.

"I really do miss Boadicea. She was a good horse, Honest."

He said through a sigh as he brushed the mane of his sturdy, Black shire stallion he'd been gifted by Hosea. He loved that horse, He truly did, But he was no Boadicea. The stallion huffed as it sniffed at your shoulder, Keeping itself busy while Arthur went on.