"My Speaking" | My Thoughts |
The fox terrier he was granted during his ceremony was saddled and beneath his mass. It was not the same though, something was quite uncomfortable to the clay knight. The dog was constantly fidgeting and Ball was not quite comfortable on the leather, the two looked like a bit of an odd couple. It was certainly not the same as Imass, his furry companion was been... Regulated to his off time, a faithful companion that was far shorter and barrel chested than the terrier he sat upon currently. Hung in the saddle's mount was his new Py-pole, the foot long resin shaft was pointed at the upper end and provided Ball with a chance to be used effectively in two ways. Right now though it stood in the bracket, unadorned and menacing. With each shift in the saddle the dog groaned in the shift of weight as the pair tried to work together to move forward.
Pinned on the opposite side from the Py-Pole, the Pycon's rank pin gleamed, clearly shining from a bit of polishing with his dorm's sheet – Yes he still lived within the dorms as he has not yet found a room he liked, it was something he needed to look into though. That was low on his list of priorities though... At least currently.
If only you were my Imass. Imass was there from the start and now... He is just a civilian's mount for me. A battle hardened companion that I may have to put to the farms. He might make a good family a nice pet. A good guardian for their home. Ball sighed, the idea of turning his companion over to another family was not something he relished, but the Pycon knew that after nearly five years the furry mount would probably appreciate the change of pace and responsibility. It was with a shake of his head though that Ball brought his attention from his thoughts to the task at hand. This was a patrol of one of the districts of the castle. It was his sworn duty to keep the people within these walls safe from dangers – from outside and within. Granted this was no different than being a squire in the patrolling aspect. Sure the task was the same: walk his designated district and keep the peace... But there was a big difference, he was the one to put the troublemakers in their... places. Or to well, keep the peace and not just call the peacekeepers. Ball was one of those to be called upon.
Ball was no good at remembering the names of the districts, but this one he knew of the places, albeit loosely, this one held Traveler's Row. It was an inn that housed several kinds of people, mostly travelers hence the name. Yet it also held a few other kinds of people: the variety of locally employed, Ball had even heard of a few squires that lived with those walls. As far as the Pycon Knight knew that, that could very well be rumors and lies.
Once more the Pycon had to force his attention back to his task on hand, thoughts and feelings were taking over his thoughts. Running a hand over his face the Pycon exhaled sharply as his dog tensed, something that Ball noticed at once, this dog seemed far more alert to the further away noises that Imass would normally have ignored. Ball nudged the dog, trying to get him to move in the direction of concern, yet the dog did not budge. Another difference, Imass would've went on that command. Ball frowned, he nudged the dog harder and pointed as best as he could to show the dog the direction, “That way.”
The dog seemed to huff in annoyance and started in that direction. A bit more bounce and energy in this mount though, Ball had to hold onto his saddle a tightly else be tossed from it.
Pinned on the opposite side from the Py-Pole, the Pycon's rank pin gleamed, clearly shining from a bit of polishing with his dorm's sheet – Yes he still lived within the dorms as he has not yet found a room he liked, it was something he needed to look into though. That was low on his list of priorities though... At least currently.
If only you were my Imass. Imass was there from the start and now... He is just a civilian's mount for me. A battle hardened companion that I may have to put to the farms. He might make a good family a nice pet. A good guardian for their home. Ball sighed, the idea of turning his companion over to another family was not something he relished, but the Pycon knew that after nearly five years the furry mount would probably appreciate the change of pace and responsibility. It was with a shake of his head though that Ball brought his attention from his thoughts to the task at hand. This was a patrol of one of the districts of the castle. It was his sworn duty to keep the people within these walls safe from dangers – from outside and within. Granted this was no different than being a squire in the patrolling aspect. Sure the task was the same: walk his designated district and keep the peace... But there was a big difference, he was the one to put the troublemakers in their... places. Or to well, keep the peace and not just call the peacekeepers. Ball was one of those to be called upon.
Ball was no good at remembering the names of the districts, but this one he knew of the places, albeit loosely, this one held Traveler's Row. It was an inn that housed several kinds of people, mostly travelers hence the name. Yet it also held a few other kinds of people: the variety of locally employed, Ball had even heard of a few squires that lived with those walls. As far as the Pycon Knight knew that, that could very well be rumors and lies.
Once more the Pycon had to force his attention back to his task on hand, thoughts and feelings were taking over his thoughts. Running a hand over his face the Pycon exhaled sharply as his dog tensed, something that Ball noticed at once, this dog seemed far more alert to the further away noises that Imass would normally have ignored. Ball nudged the dog, trying to get him to move in the direction of concern, yet the dog did not budge. Another difference, Imass would've went on that command. Ball frowned, he nudged the dog harder and pointed as best as he could to show the dog the direction, “That way.”
The dog seemed to huff in annoyance and started in that direction. A bit more bounce and energy in this mount though, Ball had to hold onto his saddle a tightly else be tossed from it.
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