A portion of a short story I wrote about Sanna’s father, Rorek:
“Rorek pulled open the creaking gate, and motioned for his pegasus, Apel, to step inside. He took off the leather and wooden saddle, unbuckling the wing straps, and untied the cinch, then rubbed down the back of the pegasus between its wings. The animal squirmed under his hands; half impatient, half relishing the attention.
Then he pulled off his flight vest and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. While Apel drank deeply from the trough beside him, Rorek dunked his head in the cold water. Once washed, he smiled and ruffled Apel’s mane feathers.”