Xarlat was still adjusting to his shifting perceptions, and new body. Trying to work out, if or how he could escape this indignity. He wasn't schooled in the managing of the stables. His magic taking up the bulk of his time, it wasn't certain this was going to be significant. A vague idea that horses had seasons, and weren't like humans, and constantly randy!
The stable hand, worked an ornate bridle into place. Some ingrained instinct guiding him to open up and allow the bit between his teeth. His teeth worked at the bit, as the stable boy buckled the bridle into place.
Tossing the reins over her head, Xarlat's ears twitched, at the breeze. "You're going to behave today." The stable boy assured the mare, and herself. Muttering meaningless words to soothe the horse.
"Queen Maeve will be riding you today." He stroked Xarlat's muzzle. It was oddly calming, and she felt a degree of boosted awareness. As a mare her sense of smell seemed to be boosted. With her new features, she had a fuller view of her surroundings. Able to make out her flanks in her peripheral vision. It was only directly behind her that she felt blind. She felt one rear hoof raise nervously, as her thoughts triggered some impulse to kick. The senses of a prey animal were heightened. She was no predator, to hunt down and kill prey. Instead, she was (No! masquerading) as a docile beast.
The stable hand noticed, and brushing his hand over Xarlat's shoulder down her flank. Caressing the tension from her muscles.
Naturally, he recognised the queen as she entered the stable. Spotting the stable hand stiffen, the Queen picking him out.
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