It wasn't a route Grigori would normally take with Magic. He'd always imagined that the safari park would make a horse nervous, so many unusual animal smells around, many of them large predators she would certainly be unfamiliar with. Why he'd chosen this path in particular on this specific day, he didn't know. It just felt like the right time to introduce her to something new, and if she reacted well and didn't plant her roots stubbornly at any point in the journey, maybe they could take a ride through more populated areas. She did so love the attention, even if she didn't quite enjoy noi--
The stablehand's quiet reverie was cut short incredibly abruptly - a car pulled out of the visitors' car park ahead as if the devil was on its tail and spooked the normally stoic Magic, causing her to rear up and turn sharply. Try as he might, leaning in towards her neck and gripping the reins, Grigori simply couldn't keep his balance and he went crashing to the ground, landing on his hip. Immediately the pain was immense, as though the bones had splintered and fractured all the way down his leg and up into his torso. He was winded, yipped harshly with the impact, gasped in agony, but still forced himself back onto his feet to soothe his horse, who was still turning this way and that as if she couldn't quite decide which direction to flee in.
"Whoa, now; calm, Magic," he tried, grasping onto the reins. Little by little, she slowed her movements but still she was clearly agitated.