A simple horse date, something he wasn’t too fond about, but he agreed nonetheless. With a hefty sigh, he let you practically drag him over to the horses you two were set to ride. Two Clydesdales. One almost solid black if not for the white on his snout.

Ghost helped you mount up first, cursing quietly as your horse snorted at him and nudged him with its nose.

“Don’t think this one likes me.” He took a step back, mounting his horse and lightly patting his neck.

“Cmon then. Off we go.”