Horse: Kasib Numair
Handler: Anya Ahmose
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"Phillipe, I can handle him!" a feminine Arabic voice trilled in irritation as she tried to loosen a man's grip on the leather lead in her hand. On the other end of the line was a frightened bay horse, rearing and nickering nervously. Phillipe refused to let go, trying to force her away instead.
"Obviously you cannot, Anya! See how he is frightened? Let go!"
She stomped her foot and spun to face him, her eyes hardening into cold amber discs with the intensity of her glare.
"You don't know because you won't let me! Just because I spent most of my life in downtown Cairo does not mean I do not know how to handle these horses. You forget, Phillipe, that I lived with my father among the people of the horse when I was young. I slept every night with fine desert horses in the tent next to my very own. I rode them from before the time I could walk on my own two legs! You let go!"
"That was very long ago, Anya! I don't want you to get hurt because of me again!"
They glared at each other for a moment before his eyes softened and he reluctantly relinquished his grip. He gently touched her cheek with his fingertips before stepping away. She nodded and gave him a small smile, her eyes sparkling happily as she turned to the stallion still shuffling nervously near her. She reached out to grasp his halter, talking soothingly in her native tongue. Startled, the Arabian stallion huffed a loud squeal but allowed the woman speaking the friendly words to pull his head down and look him in the eye. She stroked his forehead as she sought his attention, until finally his frightened snorting quieted and he relaxed his posture into one of trust. She turned to Phillipe and gave him a gloating look, but then her expression turned to that of concern.
"He is not used to this land yet. He has not lived here in a very long time. The travel from Alabama to Kentucky has not helped, but he shall be fine, once he smells the mares again."
The stallion tossed his head as if in agreement.