A half hour of research on ancient Roman bridles for one fricking line of dialogue. *bangs head on desk*
Gaius, Allerix, and Max.
“I’m not hurt, sir. I’ve fallen off many horses, and I always manage to get back on. Trust me—with consistent training, Ferox will be an obedient and dependable mount, Dominus.”
“I trust that damn horse will surrender to the bit, but will you, cățel?” After a quick peck to Alle’s temple, Gaius rose to his feet, wiping the dirt off his hands. “The young believe they’re fucking immortal. Maximus, escort our battered and bruised Bellerophon to the stable baths for a long, hot soak while I check on the preparations for this afternoon’s voyage.”
“Voyage?” Allerix asked, glancing nervously at Max.
“Despite that unfortunate mishap, I’m impressed, Alle. Are you game for another, less hazardous adventure?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Smiling, Gaius reached down and brushed the underside of Alle’s chin. “No, you do not.”
Here’s a modern reproduction of Roman riding tack. Since horses are a big part of this saga, this research was not wasted time, thank goodness. Now, off to write… faster. *galloping back to my desk* 😀