Fall 16 515 AV
My second day as a squire! Numia sprinted across the training grounds towards her patron Sera Jyness. Her chest heaved and her breathing was labored, but she ran to her patron, bouncing forward with a hop and delivering a punch to Jyness’ shin-guards. Tink! Numia had been instructed to practice unarmed combat, she was having fun but her patron had a dismal look upon her face that said the Pycon was performing poorly. Numia skidded across the dirt and tried to realign herself, but her patron intervened. “Alright, I think that’s enough for today. I’m going to have to find you a proper Pycon tutor. In the mean-time, I have something else in mind.” Jyness pointed her thumb at the exit to the training grounds. Numia brightened, sore from the conditioning she had imparted upon herself but still shining through.
“Yes, lead the way Sera!” Numia said, falling into line behind her patron and trying her best to look stoic despite failing miserably. Numia was greener than green, she may as well have been a page at this point. Still, the knighthood saw fit to induct her as a squire from the get-go, much to the chagrin of her patron Jyness who had already warned the Pycon of carelessness and recklessness. “Sera Jyness, what are we doing next?” Numia asked.
Jyness was quick to respond. “I have already put in the papers for you to acquire a riding dog. I have a feeling you will like the steed I have picked out for you. We are heading over to get you acquainted, and once I have taught you to ride we will go on our very first patrol - I want to shape you up for that within two weeks.” Jyness didn’t pause or smile, she simply answered the question. Jyness had compassion, but when it came to training she was the no-nonsense type. Numia was careful not to mince her words around her patron.
A riding dog? I’m to ride a dog, not a horse? “Why not a horse, Sera?”
As the two of them walked, Jyness spoke informatively. “A horse is too large for a Pycon to control properly I’m told.” Numia was surprised she didn’t think of that first. After several chimes of walking through the dark hallways of Stormhold castle, Numia ended up at the castle gates. From there, it was a short walk to the Windhelm Stables with her patron. Numia could hear the stomping and snorting of many horses as the two of them walked down the hall riddled with stable pens. The smell of horses was always foul but it didn’t bother her too much. The two of them stopped at a pen labeled with the number ‘22’ which Numia noticed was some sort of organizational numbering system.