Fic/prompt request I’ve been thinking of for a LONG while-
Weiss was a bit of a horse girl (read: a professional equestrian) before she became friends with Team RWBY, with her having a white mare named Majesty, and with riding being the only thing she actually liked despite Jackass- I mean Jacques’ control freak tendencies.
"And THIS is Majesty, my personal horse." Weiss explained before giving a content sigh. For some reason, she decided lunch would be the perfect time to introduce her horses waiting at home in Atlas. "Oh, how I miss him~. Frostlandic, 11 hands; truly a champion among champion horses."
"A hand is four inches." Blake answered. "So multiply four times eleven."
"Um..." Ruby never was good at math. She started counting on her fingers. "Four... Eight... Uh, twelve-"
"Forty-four, Rubes." Yang finished for her before taking a handful of crinkle cut fries from her sister's tray. A simple trade, albeit one not agreed upon. "Fuh tums tn uz fuddy. Ud fuh."
"At least chew and swallow before you answer!" Weiss snapped, foisting her photo album away from the lunch table. "And yes, in layman's terms, Majesty is forty-four inches. He may not be the largest of his kin, but he makes up for his... unique trait with vigor and spirit~!" Weiss finished with exactly that after finding a slight struggle to find a substitute for 'dimunitive size' and 'disability'. "Majesty has championed every competition he's entered and has sired no less than four foals."
"He's 3 and a half feet tall and he's made four baby horses."
"Wow! Can we see the babies~?!"
"Unfortunately, no. My father insists on withholding foal photos due to his part in selecting Majesty's broodmares. However, I do have baby pictures."
"Behold, cuteness incarnate~!"
The images presented on the page delighted all. I mean, who didn't love baby animals? Ruby cooed at the recently born foal next to his mother, who was not quite as white as her child but still held enough for her to see a resemblance. Blake noticed the name shifted as Majesty aged from his initial barn name of Snowflake. Yang peered over, though Weiss was cautious of the crumb-covered fingers dancing from greasy hand.
"Huh... That's a pretty neat horse, Weiss." Yang replied, finally choking down her stolen order of fries. "Not as nice lookin' as mine, but still, respect."
"Yes, well, I wouldn't expect a knuckle dragging brute like yourself to understand the finer qualities of the equestrian lifestyle. However, I will agree that Majesty is a 'neat horse', especially as a champion breed and- AS WHAT NOW?!"
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The beast snorted as it pulled the plow across the yard. Taiyang set the pitcher of lemonade in the center of the ring of plastic cups, which Weiss poured herself a drink into as she glanced between Yang and her monster of a work horse. Even for a horse, the blond proved to be more massive than her breed. Eighteen hands tall and likely more than a full ton, the 'acquired' gift from the Branwen Bandit tribe had proven to be an invaluable asset to the miniature orchard produced at the Rose-Xiao Long homestead.
"Guess Yang wants to show off now." Ruby mentioned as Yang removed the yoke and pulled on the reins to guide her horse from the field. Like a practiced equestrian, the blonde hopped up and onto the back of her beloved titan, bareback riding him around his stable a few times before hopping off and guiding him into his home. "Dad said it took a couple weeks to build the house."
"Would have been faster if I had some help." Her father teased, making Ruby flush. He chuckled. "And not just you. Your uncle always seemed to have something going on when I asked."
"Where... did he come from again?"
"Yang's mother recently got her hands on some horses. She didn't know what to do with this one, so she brought her here. Something about no stable wanting to take it because of the extra paperwork."
"Well, obviously, there'd be extra paperwork." Weiss answered, having finished her drink. "There's only so many of that breed left in Remnant."
"It's rare?" Blake asked.
"Exceedingly rare." Weiss locked eyes on the giant. "That is a Flourish Draught. There's only maybe a handful in the world."
"Well, in any case, Porridge makes for a big help with my garden project."
"She's a bit overweight, though." Weiss added. "What does she eat?"
"Ruby feeds her a bag of sugar cubes whenever she visits."
"RUBY!" Weiss snapped to her partner.
"She kept stealing my coffee sugar! I needed to keep her away somehow!"
"Ugh..." She rolled her eyes before rubbing her eyelids. "There's only one way to resolve this. To ensure the longevity of... What was her name again?"
"Porridge." Yang said, walking up to the table.
Weiss stared with half-lidded eyes. "Porridge?"
"Her hair looks like porridge."
"Uh... huh- Anyways, we need to get Porridge into shape if we're going to be preserve her breed and ensure she lives a long and healthy life on your... farm?"
"Eh, not really a farm, but she does help around." Taiyang answered.
"Well, it's going to be after I call in a favor." Weiss whipped out her scroll.
"My father." Weiss typed on the screen, giving a grin at the prospect. "Time for you all to meet Majesty~."
Yang decides to show Team RWBY something that she recently… “acquired” from a Branwen Tribe convoy; an 18-hand draft horse she named Goldilocks. Weiss, as an upper-class equestrian herself, is absolutely ecstatic to see someone else besides her appreciate working with horses.
Icelandic Horse - Majesty ; 11-hands, champion breed, snappy, beautifully graceful while gracefully beautiful, loves being doted on, insists on racing anything.
Flemish Draught / Flamand - Porridge ; 18-hands, endangered breed, volatile, hard worker but takes coaxing to get to work, loves sugar from Ruby's coffee.