10th of Winter, 514 AV
Earlier in the season, the Bronze Watchtower flared up a brilliant blue, signaling the beginning of the new season. It was a time for change, a time for reconnoitering. That is, if one had something to reconnoiter for. Jaymz had no reason for it, but still he enjoyed watching people, making sure he knew what was happening in his City. He had heard that Dyrens had fallen ill, but was not sure whether he could trust the rumors floating around. He tried not to think too much of it though.
Waiting patiently until the Windmount Track would be open to the public, Jaymz had been wasting the bells away with meditation in his apartment and praying in the Temple. This wasn't outside the norm for his schedule, even before he had applied to the order of the knights, which he was still waiting for the verdict for, this was what he would do every day.
When the 10th day of the season rolled around, he knew it was time to get up and go to the track. He ate a small breakfast, enough to fill his stomach, and did some exercises to keep his muscles limber. Yes, this was fairly normal as well. Even though Jaymz' face was stuck in a natural, permanent scowl, it wasn't because he was angry or tired, it was simply because he knew that smiling was just a formality and really just unnecessary most of the time.
He decided to put on his sandals today, knowing that it would be fairly cold outside. The scimitar rested on the top of his chest and he took two ticks to consider before deciding to leave it behind. Just as he was about to step out the door, he remembered his necklace, and went back to grab it. He would have to take it off when he got to the track anyways, but there was no way he would leave behind his mother's ring, it meant too much to him.
His apartment was deep in the Maiden district, so it was hard to tell how truly cold it was until Jaymz had woven through all of the hallways and outside of it and felt for himself.
Winter had definitely come. It wasn't drastically cold, but it made Jaymz wish he had at least a light coat. Crossing his arms over his chest, he began to make his way quickly to the Windmount District. He passed the Nettle district and the Main Gates, taking a quick glance at the new folk that might be around. The stores were busy as always, even this early in the morning, although Jaymz was not interested in any of their merchandise.
He walked past, getting some strange looks from people probably questioning his lack of a jacket, and glanced over at where the Illythian District was. He hadn't been there very often, maybe once in a while to visit the theater, but he wasn't too interested otherwise.
Finally he got the Windmount District. To his right were the stables, and he tried to sympathize with the other Equines being held there. Stables were so uncomfortable, being confined like that could make a previously wild horse go entirely feral.
Jaymz ignored them, knowing there was nothing more he could do for them, and went off to one side to where he could undress and put his clothes down without them being trampled. There were plenty of people here. Squires and knights jousting, others racing horses around the track, some bystanders just watching, shouting occasionally in a lighthearted tone. Jaymz went over and stood in a semi blocked off location. He was aware that nudity made some others uncomfortable, even though it did not bother him in the least, so he tried to accommodate to their preferences.
He got a few confused glances his way when he started stripping down, but they were quickly replaced with some sort of understanding when they understood what was happening. It only took an instant, he was engulfed in a quick flash of white hot light, and if one really paid attention they could see black sparkles and lines throughout it, and suddenly his view was two feet higher and all four of his legs were on the ground.
It was truly a wonderful feeling, not being confined and constricted in those clothes, which were now folded in a neat pile, his mother's necklace on top, on the ground.
He looked around again, feeling the air blow through his long mane and tail, then trotted over to where he would begin running. There were a few impressed glances, he was an impressive creature. His coat was so dark it shone a slight blue color. His eyes were the same dark color, and he looked completely at home at the track.
He held his head high as he trotted, and could look prideful depending on who was asked. He wasted no time when he got to his point where he wanted to start, and started off with a slow gallop. The wind was marvelous, the cold wasn't quite as harsh in this form, he felt invincible when he ran.
He kept this slow gallop for about half of the track when he suddenly picked up speed. He liked to challenge himself when running, pushing himself to the limit. It would only better him in the long run, so why not? Once around the track would equal about a mile, so he liked to go around the track at least 10 times, even if he could only gallop or trot for the last few. His muscles felt strong, and his eyes were very attentive. It would be hard to tell, but he paid very close attention to his surroundings even when he ran. He noticed the squires busy with their jousting, some of them falling off their horses and laughing it off.
He overlapped a few of the horses that were already racing, getting some surprised looks from their riders.
It really was a wonderful place to be, and he thanked his goddess that she had given him just the right amount of time in this world to grow appreciative of the smaller things in life. He was very young, so his intelligence was not incredibly high, but his patience and understanding were never ending.
Waiting patiently until the Windmount Track would be open to the public, Jaymz had been wasting the bells away with meditation in his apartment and praying in the Temple. This wasn't outside the norm for his schedule, even before he had applied to the order of the knights, which he was still waiting for the verdict for, this was what he would do every day.
When the 10th day of the season rolled around, he knew it was time to get up and go to the track. He ate a small breakfast, enough to fill his stomach, and did some exercises to keep his muscles limber. Yes, this was fairly normal as well. Even though Jaymz' face was stuck in a natural, permanent scowl, it wasn't because he was angry or tired, it was simply because he knew that smiling was just a formality and really just unnecessary most of the time.
He decided to put on his sandals today, knowing that it would be fairly cold outside. The scimitar rested on the top of his chest and he took two ticks to consider before deciding to leave it behind. Just as he was about to step out the door, he remembered his necklace, and went back to grab it. He would have to take it off when he got to the track anyways, but there was no way he would leave behind his mother's ring, it meant too much to him.
His apartment was deep in the Maiden district, so it was hard to tell how truly cold it was until Jaymz had woven through all of the hallways and outside of it and felt for himself.
Winter had definitely come. It wasn't drastically cold, but it made Jaymz wish he had at least a light coat. Crossing his arms over his chest, he began to make his way quickly to the Windmount District. He passed the Nettle district and the Main Gates, taking a quick glance at the new folk that might be around. The stores were busy as always, even this early in the morning, although Jaymz was not interested in any of their merchandise.
He walked past, getting some strange looks from people probably questioning his lack of a jacket, and glanced over at where the Illythian District was. He hadn't been there very often, maybe once in a while to visit the theater, but he wasn't too interested otherwise.
Finally he got the Windmount District. To his right were the stables, and he tried to sympathize with the other Equines being held there. Stables were so uncomfortable, being confined like that could make a previously wild horse go entirely feral.
Jaymz ignored them, knowing there was nothing more he could do for them, and went off to one side to where he could undress and put his clothes down without them being trampled. There were plenty of people here. Squires and knights jousting, others racing horses around the track, some bystanders just watching, shouting occasionally in a lighthearted tone. Jaymz went over and stood in a semi blocked off location. He was aware that nudity made some others uncomfortable, even though it did not bother him in the least, so he tried to accommodate to their preferences.
He got a few confused glances his way when he started stripping down, but they were quickly replaced with some sort of understanding when they understood what was happening. It only took an instant, he was engulfed in a quick flash of white hot light, and if one really paid attention they could see black sparkles and lines throughout it, and suddenly his view was two feet higher and all four of his legs were on the ground.
It was truly a wonderful feeling, not being confined and constricted in those clothes, which were now folded in a neat pile, his mother's necklace on top, on the ground.
He looked around again, feeling the air blow through his long mane and tail, then trotted over to where he would begin running. There were a few impressed glances, he was an impressive creature. His coat was so dark it shone a slight blue color. His eyes were the same dark color, and he looked completely at home at the track.
He held his head high as he trotted, and could look prideful depending on who was asked. He wasted no time when he got to his point where he wanted to start, and started off with a slow gallop. The wind was marvelous, the cold wasn't quite as harsh in this form, he felt invincible when he ran.
He kept this slow gallop for about half of the track when he suddenly picked up speed. He liked to challenge himself when running, pushing himself to the limit. It would only better him in the long run, so why not? Once around the track would equal about a mile, so he liked to go around the track at least 10 times, even if he could only gallop or trot for the last few. His muscles felt strong, and his eyes were very attentive. It would be hard to tell, but he paid very close attention to his surroundings even when he ran. He noticed the squires busy with their jousting, some of them falling off their horses and laughing it off.
He overlapped a few of the horses that were already racing, getting some surprised looks from their riders.
It really was a wonderful place to be, and he thanked his goddess that she had given him just the right amount of time in this world to grow appreciative of the smaller things in life. He was very young, so his intelligence was not incredibly high, but his patience and understanding were never ending.
