Location: The Gifted Horse Shoe
Date: Season of Fall, Day 1, 511 AV
Caoin had taken the stone that Tarleon had given her earlier that morning and, after a quick stop by her family’s pavilion to pick up her grooming kit, proceeded to Rothos’s pavilion to present the stone to him. It had been a quick and simple first meeting with the man that was to be her employer for the foreseeable future. The two had made the usual exchange of information. Names had been exchanged and Caoin had explained that she was from a family of the Amethyst clan, horse breeders. She had gone on to further explain that she had some experience working in a stable and with horses. She knew all of the basics that she would need to get her through the job, but if there was anything she didn’t know, she’d be more than willing to learn. But introductions aside, Rothos had put her straight to work for her first day on the job, as many employers are wont to do with new employees. Gotta test ‘em out and break ‘em in to make sure that they’re up to snuff.
That was why and how Caoin found herself standing in Rothos’s stable pavilion on the first hot day of the Fall season. She was most thankful that her first time on the job had her spending most of her day in the shade of the large tent, made even cooler by the open flaps that allowed the occasional breeze to flow through. She stood with a pitchfork in hand, the first thing on her to-do list: mucking out the stalls of the three horses that Rothos had assigned her to care for to start off with. She was familiar with this way of splitting up work, as it was how her family ran things in their own pavilion. Each member of the family who worked with the horses was assigned a few animals out of the herd to care for, so that they gained experience doing all of the various forms of work that came with caring for the animals, rather than say, learning only how to clean the stalls. It also ensured that no one person was overwhelmed, and that no horse was neglected.
The horses had been taken out already to be worked, which had left the stalls empty for her to complete the first portion of her job. The prongs of the pitchfork slid easily under the musty old straw and dung that littered the ground of the second stall, and with a good load of the filth ready to be moved, Caoin lifted and swung the fork over to the cart she was loading it all into. With one quick motion, she tossed it all into the cart and swung the fork back around for another load. This is how it had gone with the first stall, how it would go with the second stall, and the third as well. One load of old hay after another until the old stuff had all been cleared. Every now and then, with a scoop of the pitchfork, she would get some of the dung that was caught up in the straw, but more often than not, the dung would slip through the pitchfork. This was nothing new to Caoin, and she knew that if she wanted to clean out the rest of the dung, it would require her to give the stalls a good shoveling next. Once she finished with the pitchfork, she made sure to clean it thoroughly so that she could use it later to spread fresh straw in the stalls as bedding for the horses.
Date: Season of Fall, Day 1, 511 AV
Caoin had taken the stone that Tarleon had given her earlier that morning and, after a quick stop by her family’s pavilion to pick up her grooming kit, proceeded to Rothos’s pavilion to present the stone to him. It had been a quick and simple first meeting with the man that was to be her employer for the foreseeable future. The two had made the usual exchange of information. Names had been exchanged and Caoin had explained that she was from a family of the Amethyst clan, horse breeders. She had gone on to further explain that she had some experience working in a stable and with horses. She knew all of the basics that she would need to get her through the job, but if there was anything she didn’t know, she’d be more than willing to learn. But introductions aside, Rothos had put her straight to work for her first day on the job, as many employers are wont to do with new employees. Gotta test ‘em out and break ‘em in to make sure that they’re up to snuff.
That was why and how Caoin found herself standing in Rothos’s stable pavilion on the first hot day of the Fall season. She was most thankful that her first time on the job had her spending most of her day in the shade of the large tent, made even cooler by the open flaps that allowed the occasional breeze to flow through. She stood with a pitchfork in hand, the first thing on her to-do list: mucking out the stalls of the three horses that Rothos had assigned her to care for to start off with. She was familiar with this way of splitting up work, as it was how her family ran things in their own pavilion. Each member of the family who worked with the horses was assigned a few animals out of the herd to care for, so that they gained experience doing all of the various forms of work that came with caring for the animals, rather than say, learning only how to clean the stalls. It also ensured that no one person was overwhelmed, and that no horse was neglected.
The horses had been taken out already to be worked, which had left the stalls empty for her to complete the first portion of her job. The prongs of the pitchfork slid easily under the musty old straw and dung that littered the ground of the second stall, and with a good load of the filth ready to be moved, Caoin lifted and swung the fork over to the cart she was loading it all into. With one quick motion, she tossed it all into the cart and swung the fork back around for another load. This is how it had gone with the first stall, how it would go with the second stall, and the third as well. One load of old hay after another until the old stuff had all been cleared. Every now and then, with a scoop of the pitchfork, she would get some of the dung that was caught up in the straw, but more often than not, the dung would slip through the pitchfork. This was nothing new to Caoin, and she knew that if she wanted to clean out the rest of the dung, it would require her to give the stalls a good shoveling next. Once she finished with the pitchfork, she made sure to clean it thoroughly so that she could use it later to spread fresh straw in the stalls as bedding for the horses.
