 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
The thought had been wearing on Patroclus all summer; How was Pieros?
Running across the grounds, the boy grew more and more excited as he saw the familiar building of the stables grow larger and larger, with every step. Running full pelt at the gate, Patroclus threw out his hand, grabbing the steal bars and vaulted himself over, with the skills of a gymnast.
Moving into the stable, Patroclus was dismayed to see the stable that had once been Pieros' was now empty. On the verge of tears, Patroclus turned to leave, when a familiar snort made him whip around. At the far end of the stable, their looked like there were some new stalls. Moving through the stable Patroclus was over-joyed to see his four legged friend, grown beyond recognising, but still happy to see him, it was as if Pieros had been just as desperate to see Patroclus
"Pieros!" Patroclus cried, covering the remaining distance in a few long strides, "I have missed you so much!"
The Abraxan had spent the morning eat the ales, the lovely dark haired lady had been fedding him and the other Abraxan.
The new lady had replaced their old Mother, around the same time Patroclus had left him. It had been hard for the winged horse to deal with not seeing the boy every other day, but with the regular flying lessons they had been having, Pieros had found it easier as the weeks went on.
Slurpping away at the ale in his trough, the familiar sound of shoes on the stable fall, made the Abraxan stop, listening carefully he heard the faint breathing of a chest he had come to recognise; it was Patroclus. Snorting with glee, Pieros was filled with excitement as he saw the boy appear around the corner. As he was hugged by the boy, Pieros realised how large he had grown.
He was Huge! |