Aslan meets Sir Pentious

Aslan was once again back at the teddy cob claiming event. Did he have enough horses between himself and Hawley to take care of? Absolutely. Did he still want more? You bet.

His curly brown hair was ruffled from the beanie he was wearing on the drive to the property that the event was held at, small coils sprouting out every which way. 

Hawley had mentioned a stallion at the event this month, and Aslan approached the table by the fence to pick up a leaflet listing all of the ponies in this group. His gaze scanned through the information of the sales ponies and the other ponies up for claims until he landed upon the one he was looking for.

"Sir... Pentious? Oh, like serpent," he muttered to himself, reading the coat colour information and looking at the picture of his chosen pony. He sure was a pretty one, a beautiful seal bay with striking tobiano markings. In the photo, his mane and tail were all caked in mud, knotted, and shaggy, which Aslan had learned indicated the pony had likely gotten a haircut for the event.

Sure enough, he found the pony he was going to be claiming and his mane had been roached, and tail cut short up to about the height of his hocks. It always reminded Aslan of two of his own teddy cob stallions, Odie and Pachinko, who sported the same style of mane as Sir Pentious.

Once Aslan has signed himself in and gotten himself a shiny new bell, he entered the paddock. He observed as other people were petting their chosen ponies, trying to catch them, or tying their tightest knots into the manes or tails in an attempt to secure the pony as their own.

He started the trek towards where the stallion was located, peacefully grazing in a patch of clovers with a bay splash gelding by his side. He admired the gelding but quickly shook his head at himself. He was here for Sir Pentious, not that other one.

The stallion was the first to raise his head at the new person approaching. He stretched out his neck and took a couple of sniffs at the air between them, blowing out deep breaths.

"Hey there, big guy," Aslan said softly while slowly putting a hand out. Sir Pentious' ears pricked and he took a step forward, still intently sniffing the man.

It didn't take long for Aslan to make it known to the pony that he wasn't a threat, and he stood giving some very well awaited scratches to his forehead and withers.

He pulled out the bell from his pocket and offered it to the stallion to sniff. He didn't seem all too fussed, and went back to nosing Aslan for more love and attention.

Aslan took this as an opportunity to give the pony some much appreciated butt scratches before quickly braiding in the ribbon of his bell into Sir Pentious' tail. He stood, patient and unbothered waiting for Aslan to finish up and go back to scratching some itchy spots.

When Aslan's visiting time was over, he begun walking back to the gate. Sir Pentious didn't want him to leave, however, and followed him all the way back up. He muttered a goodby and an apology before sending him off with a raised hand and some clucks. He was going to be so damn devastated if he didn't end up taking that pony home.