The blonde moved the large horse over several more fences before slowing him once more, and exited the arena. The photographer gave him a thumbs up before turning to leave. After drawing up his stirrups he swung his leg over the saddle before dropping to the ground. He patted the bay before stepping back when one of the men approached.
A piercing whistle clipped the air. A familiar one that caused him to whip his head around. A fimilar face grinned atop of a tall mare
. She bore a black jumper bridle, black pad
, and a black saddle
. His younger brother just couldn't help the urge to match whoever the steed he was riding. His black glossed boots and breeches
matched Queen's tack, and to finish it all off he wore a black shirt
that was only buttoned across his stomach. Leaving parts of his chest to play peek-a-boo when the breeze kicked up. Cas crossed his arms over his chest as the younger male halted the mare before him. "You are so not my brother." Cas chuckled as he rubbed the mare's shoulder. Aston only shrugged as he grinned wildly.