There had been souch done to him in his past that he couldn't recount or even want to acknowledge, all of it was painful. Most... He was glad he lived through it all.  He had been taken as a late teen and now here he was twenty-something and still being sold. Sure this girl was pretty much already better than the others by far, but he just felt empty. Empty as if all he lived for, had been in vain. This was not true, all it was- was the worry she would try to kill him if he got too hard to handle. Ro'tolek was worried. Even being somewhat made fun of had upset him beyond his normal stature.<br/><br/>Being told about the blanket though, the man nodded. He knew how to saddle a horse, prep it, tie a lead- a couple of masters had used him as a stable hand, or a way to demonstrate how to "not" dress up a horse. He hated bridals, bits, and leads.... Just thinking of it made his mouth and teeth ache. Long ago he had let a child ride on his back. No saddle, no reign... Nothing just barebacked and free. Though he had to admit, the girl was rather pretty once she shed the cloak and folded it. Taking them he cropped the blanket under arm and swung the cloak on himself. Pulling up the hood even. Looking up once done... To meet the eyes of a beautiful mare. Her coat was dappled with white specks over a canvas of black. It almost made her look unreal, as if his mind had fabricated a horse to lull him into security.<br/><br/>Ro'tolek moved. Slowly and cautiously. At the very time, he had no idea it was the girl who bought him. Unfolding the blanket halfway he tossed it onto the slight arch of the horse's back. His hand touched the shoulder. Stroking the soft yet coarse pelt. That moment, he realized it. Realized she was the horse. The beautiful and majestic beast. Ro'tolek just stared a moment but got a fist full of her mane, pulling and lifted himself up. Only to lean forward and wince. His muscles felt like they were screaming from the movement, "I'm ready..." He said with a grit of his teeth. Pain had just shot through him.