Seven had to extend so far he stood on his toes to reach the top of the mare and brush clouds of dust from her back. Dimitri's familiar scent lingered around him even after he pulled away but fortunately for the half-blood it had a calming effect on him and he continued to coo to the horse in that same dream-state tone. One hand on the mare, his lips moved and compliments spilled out of his mouth as he rounded her backside and settled on her far side before moving along with the round brush, beginning the entire routine over again.
Seven imagined Dimitri behind him, guiding his hand with his own, chest pressed ever so lightly to his back. He began to wonder what Dimitri would look like in all his glory on such a horse, barreling towards a target, arms outstretched, weapon swinging. Seven smirked. "Even you pick up on it, but he does not." More dust billowed out of the painted mare's short, coarse coat and Seven wrinkled his nose with a cynical smile. "I suppose it is better that way. Why ruin a good thing, right? Right." He answered for the mare, who was watching Dimitri fetch her food and water with little interest for Seven's questions.
From hindquarters to shoulder and up her neck, the mare was given a thorough rubdown by someone who took cleanliness seriously. The soft brush dusted the mare off, revealing the shine underneath that would glisten, had the sun decided to peek out from beyond the overcast sky. Dimitri's voice caught Seven's attention, and he patted the mare's side gently. "I think she is clean, and more interested in food now than anything." He laughed.