So there's a quietly, companionably busy while of taking off bridles and saddles and (for Enjolras) remembering which peg they came off, and brushing down horses, and checking hooves (again, something Enjolras is competent but not notably efficient at), and leading them out to the pasture Harry indicates as the correct one for them, and so on.
It's nostalgic -- far more powerfully so than Enjolras had expected. Of France and home all around, as the smell of a stable is, but especially for his boyhood in Auvergne, and lessons under his tutor's gimlet eye and his father's mild, keenly observant one. He feels a nagging sense of dislocation, of home just out of sight; not exactly unpleasant, and certainly not unfamiliar, but complicated.
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So there's a quietly, companionably busy while of taking off bridles and saddles and (for Enjolras) remembering which peg they came off, and brushing down horses, and checking hooves (again, something Enjolras is competent but not notably efficient at), and leading them out to the pasture Harry indicates as the correct one for them, and so on.
It's nostalgic -- far more powerfully so than Enjolras had expected. Of France and home all around, as the smell of a stable is, but especially for his boyhood in Auvergne, and lessons under his tutor's gimlet eye and his father's mild, keenly observant one. He feels a nagging sense of dislocation, of home just out of sight; not exactly unpleasant, and certainly not unfamiliar, but complicated.