Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 22:06:53 GMT -8
When you are tired, let me carry the load
Pegasi were not supposed to simply wander Camp Half Blood. There were stables, pastures, grooms - things and people designed to keep the winged mounts of Greek demigods in one place. It wasn't that Blackjack wasn't well treated by these people. It wasn't that he didn't like being pampered, even, especially when the Boss was too busy to attend himself.
Every once in a while, though, a horse just had to get some peace and quiet. Blackjack had taken himself for a good gallop, circling just inside the borders of the camp, to stretch his muscles. What with the unrest among the demigods, he was convinced that Boss would be on the move soon enough. It would be disgraceful to be out of condition (and no, Blackjack would never admit it, but Boss could be brutal when he was trying to get places) if he was needed.
The amphitheatre was a good spot for quiet grazing. There was plenty of greenery around the edges of the seating, and Blackjack had liberated a bag of Hostess chocolate donuts from Boss' back pocket earlier. He nibbled on these sparingly - his sweet tooth was not often indulged, but he was hungry for 'real' food, too. So he trotted between the bag of donuts and various patches of grass, his wings left loose against his sides. The sun warmed his muscles, feathers, and joints in a most pleasant manner, and he shook himself. Ordinarily, he would also have let out a whinny, but he was being sneaky.
Sort of.
Maybe, if he wasn't caught in the next hour, he would lie down for a bit of a nap.
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