11 Spring, 516AV
Asarni lifted her face to the sun as she stretched, pausing outside of the entrance to her personal tent, staked next to her family's Pavilion. She smiled, soaking in the warmth. It had been nearly two weeks since the beginning of Spring, and yet the weather had still remained more similar to that of the end of Winter than that of Spring. Today was the first truly warm day, and Asarni had plans to spend it all outside.
She reported first - as she always did - to the Healing Hoof, pitching in with the one or two animals that were usually there, kept overnight to keep an eye on a problematic wound, or a troublesome illness. Today there were just two hounds, both of which were ready to return to their owners. Asarni gave them their food and refilled their water dishes, giving both of the friendly animals pats on the head before she informed Kehal Tenderbloom, son of Dehar Tenderbloom, that she was leaving; the healer waved her off, saying that it looked to be a slow day - at least until the animals started feeling frisky, thanks to the higher temperatures. Asarni didn't stick around, thanking Kehal before darting away, pausing at her tent to grab Lintanai's yvas as well as her hunting supplies; Asarni might not actually get any hunting done, but she was going to go out and enjoy the weather while she could, and besides, it was just stupid to not take a weapon when one was venturing away from the main body of Endrykas.
Lintanai was easy to locate; a golden palomino stallion with light striping on his legs, the Strider almost blended into the grass, but there was enough difference between his sunshine coat and the surrounding green grass to spot him. Come late Summer, it would be a bit more difficult. Asarni whistles, one long note that ends with a sharp uptick, and watches as the stallion lifts his head before snorting and going back to eat. The Drykas rolls her eyes; it's not like she expected anything different, but really. It would be nice if he listened occasionally. Moving closer, Asarni whistled again, this time holding out half of an apple she'd pinched the night before from dinner. This time, Lintanai definitely looked interested, and as soon as the scent of crisp apple reached him, the Strider trotted over. Asarni grinned, giving him the apple and fussing over him for a moment before getting him tacked up.
The yvas was easy enough to attach - nothing like the gear she'd seen strapped to traders' horses, even the ones being ridden rather than used as beasts of burden. A simple pad to protect the horse's back from the rider's rump, and the yvas itself ran around the horse's stomach, situated over the withers with the straps laying in the hollow of the space behind the elbows, buckled snugly. Asarni backed up a step, bouncing on the balls of her feet, before she vaulted onto Lintanai; the stallion, too distracted with his treat, didn't even try to move away from her. "Good boy," Asarni praised, rubbing Lintainai's neck and leaning forward to scratch between the ears. The Strider snorted at her before shaking his head as Asarni made sure she was situated properly, quiver belted to the yvas with all of her arrows tucked inside, shortbow secured to her back before she leaned forward, clucking encouragingly and giving Lintanai a nudge with her heels, encouraging the stallion into an easy canter, steering him away from Endrykas using her weight and knees, heading for a nearby stream with a small copse of trees; maybe she could find a squirrel or something, enough to forestall her mother's certain nagging if she returned home empty-handed.
She reported first - as she always did - to the Healing Hoof, pitching in with the one or two animals that were usually there, kept overnight to keep an eye on a problematic wound, or a troublesome illness. Today there were just two hounds, both of which were ready to return to their owners. Asarni gave them their food and refilled their water dishes, giving both of the friendly animals pats on the head before she informed Kehal Tenderbloom, son of Dehar Tenderbloom, that she was leaving; the healer waved her off, saying that it looked to be a slow day - at least until the animals started feeling frisky, thanks to the higher temperatures. Asarni didn't stick around, thanking Kehal before darting away, pausing at her tent to grab Lintanai's yvas as well as her hunting supplies; Asarni might not actually get any hunting done, but she was going to go out and enjoy the weather while she could, and besides, it was just stupid to not take a weapon when one was venturing away from the main body of Endrykas.
Lintanai was easy to locate; a golden palomino stallion with light striping on his legs, the Strider almost blended into the grass, but there was enough difference between his sunshine coat and the surrounding green grass to spot him. Come late Summer, it would be a bit more difficult. Asarni whistles, one long note that ends with a sharp uptick, and watches as the stallion lifts his head before snorting and going back to eat. The Drykas rolls her eyes; it's not like she expected anything different, but really. It would be nice if he listened occasionally. Moving closer, Asarni whistled again, this time holding out half of an apple she'd pinched the night before from dinner. This time, Lintanai definitely looked interested, and as soon as the scent of crisp apple reached him, the Strider trotted over. Asarni grinned, giving him the apple and fussing over him for a moment before getting him tacked up.
The yvas was easy enough to attach - nothing like the gear she'd seen strapped to traders' horses, even the ones being ridden rather than used as beasts of burden. A simple pad to protect the horse's back from the rider's rump, and the yvas itself ran around the horse's stomach, situated over the withers with the straps laying in the hollow of the space behind the elbows, buckled snugly. Asarni backed up a step, bouncing on the balls of her feet, before she vaulted onto Lintanai; the stallion, too distracted with his treat, didn't even try to move away from her. "Good boy," Asarni praised, rubbing Lintainai's neck and leaning forward to scratch between the ears. The Strider snorted at her before shaking his head as Asarni made sure she was situated properly, quiver belted to the yvas with all of her arrows tucked inside, shortbow secured to her back before she leaned forward, clucking encouragingly and giving Lintanai a nudge with her heels, encouraging the stallion into an easy canter, steering him away from Endrykas using her weight and knees, heading for a nearby stream with a small copse of trees; maybe she could find a squirrel or something, enough to forestall her mother's certain nagging if she returned home empty-handed.