Winter 7, 514 AV
late morning
Today, Khida aimed to try something different. Different to her, at least. Not so different for the Strider Dainellas, who had figured out what was up even as Khida emerged from the tent with the mare's tack bundled in her arms. Ears perked and evidencing every sign of interest, she waited in place while the Kelvic lugged the equipment across the camp and into the grass where the horses grazed.
But what she didn't do, was stand still for Khida to put it on.
Reaching Dainellas, Khida set the equipment down, mindful of not letting the straps get tangled up in one another. Then she took up the yvas pad and stepped towards the Strider's flank -- but the mare swung her hindquarters away, pivoting on her forehooves to face the Kelvic woman. Which wasn't a behavior Khida had seen in her before; she wasn't at all sure what the horse meant to convey by it. Aside from the most obvious part, anyway. She set the pad back down, knowing Dainellas to be stubborn; persisting, when the mare had other ideas, wouldn't get her anywhere. But what did the Strider want her to do instead?
The mare waited patiently for a while as Khida mused, then leaned forward and whuffed into the Kelvic's hair, her attitude clearly still good-natured. But then, she usually was.
What Khida hadn't done, she realized, was offer the mare any grooming. When the hunter taught Hope to ride, they often started with that. ...Perhaps Dainellas wanted to be brushed. The Kelvic made her way back to the tent, fetching out the bag of grooming tools. She returned to find the mare still waiting patiently, and a great lump of black-spotted tawny fur sprawled out across the abandoned yvas pad. Kabek didn't even raise his head as she padded over, as if ignoring her would make her go away and leave him undisputed sovereignty over the pile.
Khida hissed disapproval at the cat, but left him there -- for now. Otherwise, he'd probably just sprawl out again the moment her back was turned.
Dainellas evidently approved of the currycomb as she had not of the yvas. She leaned into the contact as Khida applied the tool, not heavily, but enough to clearly show appreciation. The mare remained in place while Khida worked her way from shoulder to flank to rear and back again up the other side. Afterwards, Khida replaced the comb in the bag, then went over to the tack pile and hauled the yvas pad out from under Kabek by main force.
Sent sprawling in the grass, the half-grown hunting cat made a great show of yawning indifference, then clambered up to his feet and stalked off.
This time, when Khida approached Dainellas, the mare stood perfectly still to receive the tack. The pad settled readily into place, contoured to the mare as only prior use could make it. She brought over the girth and collar sections of the yvas, then, placing them as she had seen the hunter and so many other Drykas do, day in and day out, for so very many days. Khida herself accomplished this task less quickly and less surely, ducking under and around the mare several times, checking and rechecking the straps, ensuring they all lay flat and were properly connected. Not that, ultimately, there were many different ways to buckle the yvas together...
Inevitably, all the activity attracted other attention. But unlike her brother, Tuka hung back amidst the grasses, unnoticed by Khida, looking on with the sharp-edged interest of a cat intent on serious play.
late morning
Today, Khida aimed to try something different. Different to her, at least. Not so different for the Strider Dainellas, who had figured out what was up even as Khida emerged from the tent with the mare's tack bundled in her arms. Ears perked and evidencing every sign of interest, she waited in place while the Kelvic lugged the equipment across the camp and into the grass where the horses grazed.
But what she didn't do, was stand still for Khida to put it on.
Reaching Dainellas, Khida set the equipment down, mindful of not letting the straps get tangled up in one another. Then she took up the yvas pad and stepped towards the Strider's flank -- but the mare swung her hindquarters away, pivoting on her forehooves to face the Kelvic woman. Which wasn't a behavior Khida had seen in her before; she wasn't at all sure what the horse meant to convey by it. Aside from the most obvious part, anyway. She set the pad back down, knowing Dainellas to be stubborn; persisting, when the mare had other ideas, wouldn't get her anywhere. But what did the Strider want her to do instead?
The mare waited patiently for a while as Khida mused, then leaned forward and whuffed into the Kelvic's hair, her attitude clearly still good-natured. But then, she usually was.
What Khida hadn't done, she realized, was offer the mare any grooming. When the hunter taught Hope to ride, they often started with that. ...Perhaps Dainellas wanted to be brushed. The Kelvic made her way back to the tent, fetching out the bag of grooming tools. She returned to find the mare still waiting patiently, and a great lump of black-spotted tawny fur sprawled out across the abandoned yvas pad. Kabek didn't even raise his head as she padded over, as if ignoring her would make her go away and leave him undisputed sovereignty over the pile.
Khida hissed disapproval at the cat, but left him there -- for now. Otherwise, he'd probably just sprawl out again the moment her back was turned.
Dainellas evidently approved of the currycomb as she had not of the yvas. She leaned into the contact as Khida applied the tool, not heavily, but enough to clearly show appreciation. The mare remained in place while Khida worked her way from shoulder to flank to rear and back again up the other side. Afterwards, Khida replaced the comb in the bag, then went over to the tack pile and hauled the yvas pad out from under Kabek by main force.
Sent sprawling in the grass, the half-grown hunting cat made a great show of yawning indifference, then clambered up to his feet and stalked off.
This time, when Khida approached Dainellas, the mare stood perfectly still to receive the tack. The pad settled readily into place, contoured to the mare as only prior use could make it. She brought over the girth and collar sections of the yvas, then, placing them as she had seen the hunter and so many other Drykas do, day in and day out, for so very many days. Khida herself accomplished this task less quickly and less surely, ducking under and around the mare several times, checking and rechecking the straps, ensuring they all lay flat and were properly connected. Not that, ultimately, there were many different ways to buckle the yvas together...
Inevitably, all the activity attracted other attention. But unlike her brother, Tuka hung back amidst the grasses, unnoticed by Khida, looking on with the sharp-edged interest of a cat intent on serious play.
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