ghost – vvardenfellcat

soundtrack-for-lovers:

For @authordc

❛ I’m not sure I deserved that. ❜

J’hasi grabbed Ghost’s mane, hushing her before stroking down her neck.

“Walking behind a horse isn’t the brightest idea. You spooked her.” Ghost tossed her head, snorting before shifting on her hooves, tail swishing.

“Yeah, and it’s dumber than my hind end!”

The Khajiit peered around a dappled grey mare that dwarfed him with a frown.

“I hope you’re not referring to my horse.” Ghost looked at the stranger calmly, then snorted a cloud of steam into the early morning air.

J’hasi Headcanons 009 – Ghost

With as much traveling as he does, it’s a good thing J’hasi found himself a horse so soon after coming to Skyrim, or rather, she found him. With how quiet she is considering her massive size and her pale ashen-grey dappled coat, he decided to name her Ghost. Ghost is a Shire horse, 17.4 hands tall, and is probably the gentlest horse J’hasi’s ever ridden.

She’s hard-mouthed, likely from her (late) previous owner yanking and tugging on the reins harder than necessary. When it became clear that she didn’t respond well to reins, J’hasi has taken to riding her without tack, as her saddle was in…unpleasant condition to say the least. With tuition at the College, spellbooks, etc., it’s not in his budget to afford new tack anyways.

She’s gentle, sweet, and remarkably intelligent without misusing that intelligence to give him a hard time…usually. While not the fastest horse he’s ever ridden, her agreeable temperament more than makes up for it.

“You are feeling alright, yes? Perhaps you are tired.”

The Khajiit gave Brielle a worn smile, ears crooked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“M’fine, really. Just a long trip, nothing a little pick-me-up can’t fix. Besides, Ghost did all the real work, not me.” As if in response, the massive mare’s head bumped between his shoulderblades, her pale tail whisking over the ground. J’hasi smiled, recovering from the slight nudge and patting her cheek as her head lifted just high enough to settle over his shoulder before starting to nibble at his scarf.