60th of Winter, 515
The general buzz of shock that had rippled through the city with the roof cave-ins was slowly subsiding and life was getting back to normal. Just the day earlier Cor had been given the run-down on how responsible it would be for a boy his age to volunteer to help with the Outpost. That was the last thing on his mind. Still, deep in the guts of the city had felt somewhat stifling. Seeing as it was the 60th, it felt like a good excuse to see if there was anything of interest happening at the track.
The boy’s steps were hesitant as he tip-toed through the Windmount stables. For once he really wasn’t doing anything wrong, but it wasn’t for the people bustling around that he tip-toed. It was the horses. The great beasts. Some poked their heads from their stalls and sniffed at him as he passed. There was too much wisdom in their eyes. A different kind from the understanding eyes of Pan. They knew too much and that scared him. He couldn’t keep their gaze and so kept walking.
Eventually he made it to the track where he stood feeling rather small in the snow. With so much open space he was definitely out of his element and yet he often made a point to come. Even if he hadn’t ridden on of the horses, he was fascinated just watching them move. The power behind each step. They were remarkable creatures for sure. The boy’s hands were tucked under his armpits in an attempt to keep his fingers warm and he bounced slightly at the knees in an attempt to keep his body overall warmer. It was noticeably colder out in the near-open with the wind trying to needle through him. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if someone was outside the castle. Briefly his thoughts went to his father but he pushed those away.
The boy nearly turned to escape the cold when he noticed someone approaching. Instinctively his face narrowed into an expression of wariness as he waited for what they had to say.