[ Clucking this tongue, Viktor shakes his head. Their family has had some bad luck with past farriers, people who advertise themselves as experts when they have no idea how to work on such specialized horses. They all need shoes, yes, but not the same shoes, nor the same amount of trim.

Viktor’s eyes widen, smile quirking up the corner of his lips. ] Corrective ones? How promising!

I thought you were in the middle of something, Mr. Talis. [ His smile widens further, teeth glinting with mirth. ] You can go ahead and prepare, I’ll be a while reaching the stables.