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[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Winter 9, 513 AV It was still early winter but it was unusually cold for this time of year. Everyone had noticed it. To try to stave off the cold he wore some of his winter gear he bought the year prior, before he traveled to Ravok. He wore two shirts his black cloak, a red scarf and some wool gloves. Your hands got cold when riding for a long time. 'I really ought to get some thicker tunics' he thought to himself. As he entered the stables. It was much warmer inside. The drykas walked past many horses most of which were beautifully taken care of, but he was in search of one. Aurus. The horse was his strider the two had bonded on the sea of grass when he was a mere 14 years old, exactly one year after his brother's death. It was a blessing, he was having trouble dealing with losing his twin when the colt feeling his pain bonded with him. The boy jumped on to the colt and rode him around the perimeter of the camp until they found a place to be alone with each other. The two talked for hours, the boy shared his deepest fears with the colt and patted him for the duration, running his fingers through its mane and nuzzling each other. Tourmal grew very fond of his strider over the years the two had traveled to Syliras for the first time, Then back and for the between his home city and his new place of residence many more time. Once they even traveled to Ravok with a new friend he had made a year back. That was a scary trip. The two had encountered many things together and Tourmal would not forget his first strider for the rest of his years. When he spotted the strider standing in his stable, then it snorted. The golden strider started fussing when he saw the man. He always got excited when he knew he would be able to escape the confines of its stable. Tourmal hated keeping him cooped up but it was the only way in the fortress city. “Hey buddy” He said opening his stable door. He then closed the bottom half behind him as he walked through. “Whacha doin?” He asked. “Ya wanna brushing?” Tourmal asked as he grabbed a brush and began grooming the stallion's mane. Aurus was restless moving and shaking his head. But Tourmal calmed him down. “There there boy.” It's ok. Just settle down now. You can go outside just let me brush you first. The horse nuzzled his pocket which had a large lump in it. “Heh, yeh found it huh?” Tourmal had brought an apple with him from home and had brought it there intending to give it to the horse for a treat. “Well there goes my surprise.” He reached into his pocket. “Here ya go” And held it out in his hand as the horse nibbled on it. “There now boy can I brush you in peace?” He told his steed once it was finished. The man gave special attention to its mane. Which while in Cyprus would normally be plaited but since The smithy didn't really know how to braid well he let it hang long along with its tail. He brushed the horses coat well. And left the mane and tail for next week after he had Aurus washed again. The brushing took about an hour. He was slow and steady. He enjoyed it. It was a time for him to relax and unwind. While he was doing so he noticed another man who had come in when he did a few times now. The man was short and stocky built like a brick house. He had what many would call an Isurian figure. Tourmal had only seen one or two, and he figured that was enough to give the saying credence. As the man did his thing Tourmal kept brushing and talking to his Horse. “I met another woman buddy.This one is a knight.”