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"My family bought her as a yearling," Léof explained. "My father never really gave her to me formally, but it was always sort of understood. I was the first person to break her to the saddle, since I was so light that my father decided we could start teaching her to be ridden than we otherwise could have. I was thrown too many times to count, but my father was insistant that I could do it. And after that, she was our primary riding horse; the other three could be ridden but they mostly helped my father out in the fields - he is a farmer. I was the only one who rode often, so she effectually became my horse."
At this point, Léof felt his stomach rumble and said, "Your pardon! But I'm afraid I have not yet had the chance to eat today, though I had forgotten as we have talked. It must be near lunchtime already. We can come back after - or even while - we eat." Javan was in agreement, and the two left the stables to find some lunch: soup, bread, and water.
"So whose was the horse you rode here, if not your own?" asked Léof curiously.
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