Raphael stood silently beside him with his arms folded in front of his chest, his gaze alternating between the horse and Ezra, and by the time the horse finally brought its nose close to Ezra's hand, Ezra's heart was pounding so fast. Honestly, he was a bit afraid of being bitten. At the horse trying to sniff, moving its nose as if checking the grass in his hand, Ezra bit his lower lip.
Then, Henry opened his mouth, licked the grass and took the grass calmly from Ezra's hand. Immediately, Ezra's expression lit up, his eyes widened with delight, 'Raphael! He took it! He ate it from my hand!'
'That's not bad...' Raphael commented. 'Now, try gently petting his nose..."
Ezra nodded, listening closely to the instructions, and as Henry continued chewing, he didn't shy away from Ezra's soft strokes. Ezra could even hear Henry emitting a happy neigh, he laughed and said, 'Thank you Henry for allowing me to pet you.'