Spring 28, 507 AV Again, the children had gathered alongside Cara on the rounded hill. Again, Cara stood, towering over them. Her eyes a soft violet as she took them all in. As the sun bore down on them, baking their skin. Causing their brows to sweat. "Are all my little chickadees here now?" Cara asked, as she clapped her hands together in order to get everyone's attention. For many of the children were still talking amongst themselves. Turning their attention away from each other, and to her now, the Vantha could see that their eyes were sparkling, as they clasped their hands in their laps. Many of the kids nodded. "So we shall begin. Picking up from where we left off yesterday... but so as not to bore your attention-deficit young minds, we shall simply skim over the next portion of the lesson, about the gateways to a paddock. For you know, getting in and out of a paddock is a rather nice feature, no?" The kids nodded. "Gateways must be wide enough to allow not only horses to pass through them with ease, but various, unwieldy tools as well, such as wagons filled with extra food, etc. In the name of safety, it is best if a field's gate is kept away from busy roads. Gates crafted of wood or metal are both suitable for a horse's paddock. However, they should all have crossbars, for added strength." "Thus, you may want an expert to craft the gate, to be sure that it does not sag over time, drag against the ground when swinging open or closed, or swing once it is latched closed. Gates should open easily, otherwise, a horse may attempt to push his way out of the paddock, while its master is still trying to make his or her way out. The safest way to hang a gate would have it be to swing open inwards, into the horse's pasture. This will keep the horse from pushing it open, as soon as one unfastens the catch. Also, you need this to be sturdy, because people do steal horses sometimes, and you don't want that, do you?" Cara asked. The children shook their heads. "Alright, does anyone need anything to be clarified?" Cara asked. "Expanded upon?" "Oh yes... I just want to learn as much as I can about gates, so that I can keep my imaginary pink pony safe," one of the younger boys replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Cara pointed a single menacing finger at him. "Don't tempt me child. Because I will light your sorry behind on fire. Until it melts into a pool of sickly red nothing, all over the grass and your mama's lap. She'd like to clean up after you some more, now wouldn't she?" The child fell silent. Cara gave him one last, angry glare with her eyes, now largely red, before she wore on. "When wild and free, horses use natural occurrences, such as rocks and trees to protect themselves from the elements, and escape flies. Thus, for horses left in a paddock, it is essential that they too, are able to find a form of protection from the elements. Most domesticated horses, if not all of them, retain their natural instincts to shelter themselves beside a hedge, or beneath a tree if the weather gets rough. They tend to do this over choosing to go inside a nearby manmade structure. However, not all paddocks have natural shelter, so in some cases, a more unnatural one may be the only alternative." "Horses tend to be happiest when in the company of other horses, thus, field shelters need to be large enough where they can accommodate more than one horse, without risking squabbling or overcrowding. The shelter should be kept on terrain which drains well, whenever possible. If this is not at all possible, the floor of the shelter, and the area adjacent to it, may require a hard surface. The shelter should be built with its back to Zulrav's whistling wind. It should be well crafted, built strong, and treated with natural preservatives. The ceilings should be fairly high so that the horse's heads have enough room. So that they will not bump them, and acquire an injury. It should slope towards the back of the shelter, so that rainwater flows away from the shelter's entrance. Open faced shelters are best..." Cara stared at their unblinking eyes. Their mouths, held open. Tongues exposed. They didn't understand a word I just said, did they? Cara wondered with a subtle roll of her eyes, as she wore on. Skipping everything else she had intended to say. "Alright... so much like us, horses can be poisoned. Does anyone know anything that a horse cannot have, because it will kill them?" Cara asked. "My papa says that if a horse eats a buttercup, it's stomach will explode!" a little girl called, as she swept her arms up, into the air, and then circled them, to express her thoughts all the more. "Well not quite..." "So is yew! It makes its stomach explode too!" the girl went on. "Well no... but it is poisonous..." "Acorns make their eyes pop out!" a boy called. "No..." "Privet makes them cry blood. Laurel gives them boil necklaces. Box makes their bodies square, and then crushes their insides. Nightshade turns their eyes black and makes them crazy, and then they run into things and kill themselves..." all the kids seemed to be shouting at once, and as much as Cara tried, by clapping her hands and screaming, she couldn't seem to get their attention. Growing frustrated, she could feel her magic bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Rising up her body, into her arms. Her fingers. Djed spilling out of the tips, forming res clouds which wavered. Until, with dark intent, she ignited them. Instantly, the clouds roared to life. Flame flickered. Dancing yellow and orange. She could feel the heat as the children grew silent. The fire reflected in their wide eyes. "Glad you're all still listening," Cara hissed. She could hear the fire crackling, as their mouths dropped. Some of their bottom lips quivering. "I wasn't kidding before children. I shall have your intention, and none of this insanity. You will speak one at a time, if at all. Got it?" Cara asked. The kids nodding vigorously, some of them gulping down the clumps of saliva that had gathered in their throats, as she snapped her fingers, and the magic fizzled. Disappearing into a thin puff of smoke. "Wow! Do it again!" A boy in the back insisted. "No," Cara growled, simply. |