Timestamp: 70th of Summer, 514 AV
Simon and Eselle set out into the ephemeral morning light. After the healers ministrations and a few restful days Simon was walking gingerly but better. Eselle chose to keep his tack in her room at the pearl house for now, unsure if the added weight might cause distress. In lieu of the reins she purchased a halter and lead rope from the stables in Riverfall.
An Akalak had pointed her north out of the city gates, that was where the pair could find The Sanctuary. The gilding geld followed easily at the Konti’s sedate gait. Every hundred steps or so Simon resisted her lead to snatch up a mouth full of plains grass, but the seer kept pushing him on. Syna might reach her pinnacle in a bell or two but it didn’t seem safe out in the open. Simon might escape but without his back to ride upon, Eselle could easily be caught.
The breeze brought a scent of mature grass muddled with sea spray. On Mura the tang of ocean had never been far, but in her travels she had sorely come to know its lack. Now the sea tempted her from duty, but Simon deserved better. In his travels he had faithfully trotted laden with her and all her worldly possessions, now the least she could do is find him comfort in recovery. In the distance what had seemed an outcropping of rocks was forming into a compound as the duo neared.
Eselle had set out with few expectations, only that there would be a place to keep horses at The Sanctuary. What she found was infinitely more than a barn. From the rapidly closing distance she could the hints of rooftops that were quickly obscured by the imposing stone wall.
When finally they stepped through the gate, what lay within was not at all one business. It had the look of a full outpost to the inexperienced young woman. More than anything though, it looked safe and thriving, Eselle could believe Simon could rest without danger here.
It was only a matter of finding her way to the stables now. On the right there were cows and on the left a pen of pigs protected from summer heat with a happy cloak of mud. Picking a fence that seemed out of the way she tied Simon’s lead. It was her intent to reassure the horse with a familiar pat, but he had already leaned his head over the fence to inspect the pigs. She trailed his shoulder and back with a hand, speaking as she walked away. It was the single lesson working with horses and Simon had imparted upon here; some might feel foolish talking to a horse but you would feel more foolish without your front teeth. “I will be back soon, Simon. Try not to cause trouble.” She said in confident Kontinese. She disappeared into the nearest building.
Even her cautious, “Hello?” in common held sounded with a substantial accent. “I am looking for a stable for my horse. Is this The Sanctuary?”
receiptFrom the stables: Halter & Lead 1 SM
Total: 1 SM
