Each candidate went their own way, and Crevyn went to the stables. He’d been in such a rush that he’d only been able to dump the feed and race to the courtyard. Now he hoped the animals would forgive him.
Most of the horses were happy to nuzzle him, but Alatus, the Pegasus, tossed his head, refusing to come to Crevyn.
“I couldn’t help it, my friend. I had somewhere to be, and I had to make sure you at least had oats and fresh hay.” Alatus snorted and pawed the ground, but still wouldn’t come to Crevyn. He laughed and dug into his pocket. “You’re spoiled. You know it, don’t you? Very well, here. This was meant to be for me, but you may have it. Are we friends again, now?”
With a flourish, Crevyn produced an apple and held it out. The Pegasus sniffed, tossed his head, then ambled to Crevy
