From a slight distance, Azazeal watched.
He didn't move closer than where he stood.
He always did that, gave her space when her excitement claimed her completely, she really had such emotions so he enjoyed watching her bask in it.
His chest softened at the sound of her laughter echoing through the snowy night as the great beast jumped around her like an overgrown foal.
They seemed to understand each other very well and he was once again glad that he had chosen this horse for her.
Suddenly, he heard a soft sneeze
He watched as his wife rubbed her nose with her handkerchief.
Azazeal was beside her in an instant.
"Alright Elora," he said quietly, already draping his cloak over her shoulders.
"That's enough for today."
She groaned. "I'm fine Azazeal, mynose was just tickled."
"The wind has picked up" he countered calmly. "And you're freezing."
He guided her away but Winter snorted as if she was protesting.
"I'll be back," Elora helplessly promised the horse. "I swear."
