70th Day of Winter, 516 AV.
Quzon was very much a loner when it came to his job. He followed orders, kept a keen eye on the animals, and did his best to avoid everyone unless he absolutely needed too. All of that was mainly due to the language barrier between himself and his peers, it was hard enough to make small talk when neither side which to put in the effort. It was why Quzon decided to work in the evenings, there were less people he had to deal with and his half isurian eyes were more naturally suited towards watching out for danger in the moonlight. He’d parked his wagon on the edge of the Pride, both as a place to rest and keep an eye on his things as he worked through the night. As he ran his hand along the side of his Seme’s blond Mane, he softly spoke to the horse as he strode atop it.
“You should have seen it,Zokoztli. The way the blood of the snake painted the grass red. Teyacapan was always a good shot with a bow. Even though she killed the snake, it was Tepin who always tried to claim the glory of the kill. However, he was always good in a fight." The Myrian had been talking to his horse about any random thought that passed across his mind. He spoke as if the horse could actually speak back to him, but in truth, he just wanted Zokoztli to get used to the sound of his voice. He held the handles of the Yvas tightly as he leaned from side to side to guide the horse around the swaying masses of goats that were slowly winding down for the night.
He was about to continue speaking when a small Drykas girl started to wave at him from a distance. Quzon pressed his calves lightly against the horses sides, then shifted his bodyweight forward which cause Zokoztli to enter into a fast trot towards her. As he rode up to her, he called out for the horse to slow to a stop while leaning back to use the lessened pressure made by his bodyweight for the beast to stop. “What.” His tone was simplistic, yet gruff. He had not true grasp of the common tongue, so had no reason not to be curt.
The girl who worked as a handler opposite of him this night, used several hand gestures that Quzon assumed meant something in Pavi, before pointing at a goat that was laying on the ground. That alone caused Quzon to dismount from his horse to join the girl by the goats side. The most noticeable thing about the goat was that the girth of its body had swelled to an immense size. He could immediately tell that it was in the process of giving birth.
Even though he had little knowledge about goats, Quzon had helped one of the massive creatures know as Tskanna back in Taloba give birth. Given the situation at hand, he decided to use that moment as a guide for what to do now. As he looked towards the Drykas girl, Quzon took note of her panicked expression.
Quzon had never known a female to be panicked by the concept of dealing with birth. Myrian woman always put of a brave front, and birth was an inherently female matter when one came down to it. So he never expected to be seen as the 'senior' handler of the pregnancy. Maybe she was just inept at her job? He didn't know much about Drykas culture, but whatever the reason he apparently now had to take charge.
“You should have seen it,Zokoztli. The way the blood of the snake painted the grass red. Teyacapan was always a good shot with a bow. Even though she killed the snake, it was Tepin who always tried to claim the glory of the kill. However, he was always good in a fight." The Myrian had been talking to his horse about any random thought that passed across his mind. He spoke as if the horse could actually speak back to him, but in truth, he just wanted Zokoztli to get used to the sound of his voice. He held the handles of the Yvas tightly as he leaned from side to side to guide the horse around the swaying masses of goats that were slowly winding down for the night.
He was about to continue speaking when a small Drykas girl started to wave at him from a distance. Quzon pressed his calves lightly against the horses sides, then shifted his bodyweight forward which cause Zokoztli to enter into a fast trot towards her. As he rode up to her, he called out for the horse to slow to a stop while leaning back to use the lessened pressure made by his bodyweight for the beast to stop. “What.” His tone was simplistic, yet gruff. He had not true grasp of the common tongue, so had no reason not to be curt.
The girl who worked as a handler opposite of him this night, used several hand gestures that Quzon assumed meant something in Pavi, before pointing at a goat that was laying on the ground. That alone caused Quzon to dismount from his horse to join the girl by the goats side. The most noticeable thing about the goat was that the girth of its body had swelled to an immense size. He could immediately tell that it was in the process of giving birth.
Even though he had little knowledge about goats, Quzon had helped one of the massive creatures know as Tskanna back in Taloba give birth. Given the situation at hand, he decided to use that moment as a guide for what to do now. As he looked towards the Drykas girl, Quzon took note of her panicked expression.
Quzon had never known a female to be panicked by the concept of dealing with birth. Myrian woman always put of a brave front, and birth was an inherently female matter when one came down to it. So he never expected to be seen as the 'senior' handler of the pregnancy. Maybe she was just inept at her job? He didn't know much about Drykas culture, but whatever the reason he apparently now had to take charge.
