Timestamp: 40th Day of Summer, 511AV
Location: Amethyst Clan - Stables of the Sunstorm Pavilion
Purpose: Summer Job Thread – Feeding & Teaching
Status: Closed
Once again Laria found herself in the stables in the early evening. The weanlings would need to have their final feed. If she was late with it, all hell would break loose! It had happened before, not on her watch, but it had most certainly happened. The weanlings had grown impatient and restless, and one eventually succeeded in busting the latch on his stall. The racket the others made then was unbelievable.
She loved the stables at this particular time. The sun was usually on its way to setting, casting a faint golden glow over the land, before painting the sky with a myriad of colour. The more mature horses usually settled down around now; the ones that had been bought inside anyway. It was just a peaceful and relaxing time to be around the creatures.
Laria moved toward the back of the stables, finding a large bucket and a scoop. She filled the bucket with as much feed as she could carry before dragging it over to the first lot of stalls. At this point, the weanlings would only get one large scoop of feed in the evenings, so thankfully she wouldn’t have to refill the bucket as much as usual.
She worked methodically, scooping up a load of feed, unlatching a stable door and then emptying the scoop into the stable’s food bucket. The weanlings never tried to escape while she was feeding them; they were far more concerned with the scoop in her hand than the open door.
Slowly, she made her way down one side of the stables, occasionally lugging the huge bucket back up to the end for refilling. As she neared her finishing point, the end of the second side, her arms were really starting to burn. The muscles in her upper arms were tired and strained from hauling the feed bucket around, and Laria made a mental not to fill it up so much the next time.
Location: Amethyst Clan - Stables of the Sunstorm Pavilion
Purpose: Summer Job Thread – Feeding & Teaching
Status: Closed
Once again Laria found herself in the stables in the early evening. The weanlings would need to have their final feed. If she was late with it, all hell would break loose! It had happened before, not on her watch, but it had most certainly happened. The weanlings had grown impatient and restless, and one eventually succeeded in busting the latch on his stall. The racket the others made then was unbelievable.
She loved the stables at this particular time. The sun was usually on its way to setting, casting a faint golden glow over the land, before painting the sky with a myriad of colour. The more mature horses usually settled down around now; the ones that had been bought inside anyway. It was just a peaceful and relaxing time to be around the creatures.
Laria moved toward the back of the stables, finding a large bucket and a scoop. She filled the bucket with as much feed as she could carry before dragging it over to the first lot of stalls. At this point, the weanlings would only get one large scoop of feed in the evenings, so thankfully she wouldn’t have to refill the bucket as much as usual.
She worked methodically, scooping up a load of feed, unlatching a stable door and then emptying the scoop into the stable’s food bucket. The weanlings never tried to escape while she was feeding them; they were far more concerned with the scoop in her hand than the open door.
Slowly, she made her way down one side of the stables, occasionally lugging the huge bucket back up to the end for refilling. As she neared her finishing point, the end of the second side, her arms were really starting to burn. The muscles in her upper arms were tired and strained from hauling the feed bucket around, and Laria made a mental not to fill it up so much the next time.