43rd Winter, 512
It was a dim overcast day with slight snow fall. The pale grey clouds seemed to merge with the white landscape making it hard to tell sky from ground. Even in the murky skies and dull light, Banir found it a nice day for a walk. Though the bitter cold stabbed at him through his thick dirty green coat he persevered. Then a new thought came to him. He remembered seeing the horses once, perhaps a visit there would be nice. Not many people are around, and the animals themselves are relatively silent and kind. Marching in what he hoped was the right direction his heavy foot falls crunched upon the snow. His shoulders and his right arm all clad in iron, it clattered on his person with each step.
Soon approaching the stables he looked around from beneath his hood. The white scarf covering the lower half of his face as his breath pushed through and became a light mist in the frosty air. His anger barely contained behind his deep red eyes as he searched for an animal. Seeing a young horse he walked over and looked at it. Seeing its strong body easily brave the cold with shagged fur and lean muscles. His mind began to wander and he became absent of his surroundings. Thoughts drifting off to what a simple life the must have, how easy it would be to have little responsibility. Little thought of regret, guilt, shame.
'Do these animals even have such thoughts?' His thoughts began to go on its inevitable loop as his silent curiosity moved through his limited knowledge. It was almost silly to see such a large and brutish young man hunched over watching the animals. Like he was a child who was only just now allowed to see them for the first time.