The air bit at his nose as he walked up to the stables. A late shift had resulted in him sending a message ahead to the stables that he could finish up the night's work. All that was needed was to feed and water the horses. While he paid the few employees he had enjoyed the pay for physical labor, it was a simple task of making the hay cart wheel throughout the hall and levitate the bales as he went. A simple aguamenti charm filled the buckets of water to ensure they got enough hydration throughout the night. As his riding boots clicked through the stalls, Ben observed the great beasts in their stalls - some were asleep, but most had peeked out of their stalls to see him approach. Plus, he came with food; it wasn't a wonder as to why their ears pricked forward in anticipation.

"I know how you feel," he responded to a large Clydesdale as the great beast snorted and pawed at the ground. In the case of the Clydesdale, it was his food at the end of the day. In Ben's case... the answer posed itself in the form of a rap on the barn door. Ben whirled around, knowing who it'd be. These beasts didn't know anything about anticipation. "Everyone's gone home." he provided, his eyes drinking in the sight of the figure at the end of the hallway.

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