23rd of Fall 503 A.V.
Jasmine turned over yawning gently as the sounds of her family had awoken the child. Even though her body had gotten used to the early mornings; it did not mean that she enjoyed them. Sitting up the girl rubbed her eyes before another yawned left her lips. Moving around, she remembered her father and grandpa thrash talking about meeting up with another pavilion that day. Smiling brightly the young girl got dressed and ran out of her room as her messy hair bounced on her back. A woman cleared her throat before the child could get any where. Stopping short of the opening to the family tent, the girl turned seeing her mother looking at her disappointingly. Sighing the child walked over and sat down before her as the woman set to untangling the little ones hair.
“Rose are you sure you will not join us?” Thrash Moonstone asked while walking in and looking at his daughter in law.
“No father. I am too big with child to make the ride and have plenty to keep me busy here. You, Maximus, and Jasmine have a good time,” Rose stated looking at her father-in-law.
“As you wish. Jasmine hurry a long little one, we have plenty to do today,” Thrash said with a smile to the little blonde.
“Yes, grandpa,” the child explained with a smile.
The man disappeared out of the pavilion and around the corner. Jasmine talked with the elder woman trying to figure out who the family was. When she did not get many answers, the girl pouted for a moment when her mother did not say anything more. Wincing the blonde ran out of the tent when her mother finished braiding her hair. The girl raced to where the horses were being held by her father and grandfather.
“Who are we going to meet grandpa?” Jasmine asked looking up at him.
“We are going to meet with the Proudspears,” Thrash said while kneeling down to his grandchild.
“Who are the Proudspears?” Jasmine asked gently.
“They are a group of tanners, some of the best in the city. They wanted us to break some of their newly born horses that are ready for riding. In return they tan the leather we use around the pavilion,” Thrash said and helped Jasmine on to the newly broken mate.
Jasmine used the techniques her grandfather was teaching her to guide the mare after the two marked drykas in front of her. She still had a long way to go in learning to ride no matter the horse, but there was times it was more difficult than necessary. The young blond swayed in the yvas while looking around at the plains around them.
Jasmine turned over yawning gently as the sounds of her family had awoken the child. Even though her body had gotten used to the early mornings; it did not mean that she enjoyed them. Sitting up the girl rubbed her eyes before another yawned left her lips. Moving around, she remembered her father and grandpa thrash talking about meeting up with another pavilion that day. Smiling brightly the young girl got dressed and ran out of her room as her messy hair bounced on her back. A woman cleared her throat before the child could get any where. Stopping short of the opening to the family tent, the girl turned seeing her mother looking at her disappointingly. Sighing the child walked over and sat down before her as the woman set to untangling the little ones hair.
“Rose are you sure you will not join us?” Thrash Moonstone asked while walking in and looking at his daughter in law.
“No father. I am too big with child to make the ride and have plenty to keep me busy here. You, Maximus, and Jasmine have a good time,” Rose stated looking at her father-in-law.
“As you wish. Jasmine hurry a long little one, we have plenty to do today,” Thrash said with a smile to the little blonde.
“Yes, grandpa,” the child explained with a smile.
The man disappeared out of the pavilion and around the corner. Jasmine talked with the elder woman trying to figure out who the family was. When she did not get many answers, the girl pouted for a moment when her mother did not say anything more. Wincing the blonde ran out of the tent when her mother finished braiding her hair. The girl raced to where the horses were being held by her father and grandfather.
“Who are we going to meet grandpa?” Jasmine asked looking up at him.
“We are going to meet with the Proudspears,” Thrash said while kneeling down to his grandchild.
“Who are the Proudspears?” Jasmine asked gently.
“They are a group of tanners, some of the best in the city. They wanted us to break some of their newly born horses that are ready for riding. In return they tan the leather we use around the pavilion,” Thrash said and helped Jasmine on to the newly broken mate.
Jasmine used the techniques her grandfather was teaching her to guide the mare after the two marked drykas in front of her. She still had a long way to go in learning to ride no matter the horse, but there was times it was more difficult than necessary. The young blond swayed in the yvas while looking around at the plains around them.
