9th of Fall, 514 AV
A ragged Kelvic, and a more ragged mixed blood gelding made their weary way to the highly acclaimed Narvaen stables. The Kelvic tugged the pack horse down the road, and the poor beast pulled back, away from the woman. It was a constant battle, fortunately for both of them, the Kelvic was winning. She always managed to tug just enough to keep the horse moving. So it went, pulling and pushing all the way to the stables. Both out of breath by the time they arrived.
Enthere stood by the first pastures, catching her breath and preparing herself for the last leg of this journey. Friend stood as far away from his master as the leadrope would allow. His ears pressed back against his skull, as they had almost invariably been since the wandering Kelvic had aquired him off a horsetrader months ago. The only difference between now and then was the animals conditon; he was looking poorer and poorer, he couldn't deal with the constant stress and bare amount of food available in the Zastoska Mountains.
The horse also caught his breath, taking gulps of air and trembling in the slight chill weather. Enthere didn't reach out to comfort him, she knew that would only make things worse. He hated her, and she had let him hate her. For seasons he had borne her packs and supplies. She wouldn't be here if not for the wearisome horse. Now she would repay him, she would find a place with people he didn't hate that would care for him, and with less labor and more food. She hoped she would find that here, though she was dubious. The Narvaen stables were known for being a well-run bussiness, and as far as she'd seen they were. But she was afraid they wouldn't take on a scraggly mixed-blood packhorse, even just until they could find another owner. It was the only place though, Enthere knew there was none better to care for him, so she would convince them to take him, it was her responsibility.
With a final sigh, the Kelvic paced towards the first large stables, pulling her horse behind her and hoping someone more gentle than she would be able to take him.
A ragged Kelvic, and a more ragged mixed blood gelding made their weary way to the highly acclaimed Narvaen stables. The Kelvic tugged the pack horse down the road, and the poor beast pulled back, away from the woman. It was a constant battle, fortunately for both of them, the Kelvic was winning. She always managed to tug just enough to keep the horse moving. So it went, pulling and pushing all the way to the stables. Both out of breath by the time they arrived.
Enthere stood by the first pastures, catching her breath and preparing herself for the last leg of this journey. Friend stood as far away from his master as the leadrope would allow. His ears pressed back against his skull, as they had almost invariably been since the wandering Kelvic had aquired him off a horsetrader months ago. The only difference between now and then was the animals conditon; he was looking poorer and poorer, he couldn't deal with the constant stress and bare amount of food available in the Zastoska Mountains.
The horse also caught his breath, taking gulps of air and trembling in the slight chill weather. Enthere didn't reach out to comfort him, she knew that would only make things worse. He hated her, and she had let him hate her. For seasons he had borne her packs and supplies. She wouldn't be here if not for the wearisome horse. Now she would repay him, she would find a place with people he didn't hate that would care for him, and with less labor and more food. She hoped she would find that here, though she was dubious. The Narvaen stables were known for being a well-run bussiness, and as far as she'd seen they were. But she was afraid they wouldn't take on a scraggly mixed-blood packhorse, even just until they could find another owner. It was the only place though, Enthere knew there was none better to care for him, so she would convince them to take him, it was her responsibility.
With a final sigh, the Kelvic paced towards the first large stables, pulling her horse behind her and hoping someone more gentle than she would be able to take him.