206 AC
"Look, Trowa!" Quatre called to his husband. "They’re naturals!"
Trowa looked at his twin year and a half old sons who were sitting on the pony supported by Quatre as he walked the small creature around in circles. Then he looked at the bright smile on his husband’s face. "It’s in the genes," he replied before turning back to his paper.
219 AC
~13 years later~
"Look, Dad!" Triton called out until he caught his father’s attention. And then he carefully stood up on the horse’s back and it turned in slow circles in the paddock.
"Very nice," Trowa acknowledged, feeding a carrot to one of his favorite mares.
"I can do better!" Tristan cried. And then he promptly did a handstand on his horse’s back.
"That’s great," Trowa answered, sounding completely unimpressed. "I’ll call your Aunt Cathy and tell her she has two more recruits anytime she wants them."
"Really?!!"
"TROWA!"
End Part 2
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