Time Stamp, 33rd of Summer 519AV
Through the door, Turrin could hear the hustle and bustle of everyone trying to get the work before the sun rose. He could hear the sound of birds, who live in the halls and caves, singing their morning song as it echo through the halls of Wind Reach. The chiet definitely missed these days when his sister and him visited their mother in the apartments. The morning in the halls of Wind Reach are always busy with foot traffic as people got up went to work, so as soon as Turrin stepped out of the door, he was already in a crowd of people leaving the Darvina Commonrooms. When he was a endal, he would normally be carrying his talon sword whenever he left the aeries, but nowadays it seemed silly to carry around weapon to clean horse shyte off the floor of the stables. He knew that it would be one of his duties as a stable hand because he had no other experience with horses other than with the drykas. They were the most welcoming people when he lived with them. He remembered from his years of living in the city, the Skyhigh stables was right by the gates of the city, so he made his way down to the entrance of the city.
When Turrin made it to the entrance of the stables, he was hit by the smell of animals packed in a confined space, so it was a strong smell if a person wasn't familiar with the smell. Surprisingly the odor of horse droppings was absent from the from the scent. Turrin figured the stablemaster kept his workplace orderly and clean. Otherwise, he might have regretted decision to work with the horses. Walking down the hallway, he saw a middle age man with strawberry blond hair standing in the middle of the entrance with his arms crossed with a look of annoyance on his face. Turrin stopped in from of him, bowed his head in respect, and said “Avora Hansi my name is Turrin. The valintar sent...”
Hansi stuck up his hand and interrupted common, “You don't have to repeat what the Valintar already told me, chiet. I know you used to be a endal, and you got to choose your own hours. However, in the stables, I want you here a hour before dawn because the horses and ponies have a strict time when they are fed.”
Hansi seemed to pause to wait for a response from him, so Turrin nodded and apologized, “Sorry, Avora Hansi, I assumed start time was at dawn like everyone else. I should have met with you earlier to figure out my start time.”
The stablemaster said with nod, “It is your first day, so I will let it slide today, but in the future, a hour before dawn. Secondly, I heard you had trouble speaking Nari, so whenever, you are here. I want you speak the language of the city.”
When Turrin arrived in the city when he was teenager. He always had issues speaking the language of his mother. He had no problem understanding it, but he had issues making the right whistling sounds and chirps. With the Twisted Vine Clan, he mother had to teach them hear language away from the myrian clan because their grandmother hated his inarta mother, and she did everything that she could to make her mother feel unwelcome even forbid her to speak or teach her children her language. Mostly his mother talked to them in her language, and they had to listen. It was something that he always was self-conscious about since he was a boy because his sister was fluent when she came to the city, but he struggled to make coherent sentences. When he was endal, he made the lower caste speak to him in common, so it was easier to communicate, but now he didn't make the rules anymore. Nobody ever brought it up when he was endal, other than that infuriating Avora Azira! However, he was now a chiet, so he had no power to argue the Avora command, so he said nari, “Whatever wish err.. Stablemaster.”
Through the door, Turrin could hear the hustle and bustle of everyone trying to get the work before the sun rose. He could hear the sound of birds, who live in the halls and caves, singing their morning song as it echo through the halls of Wind Reach. The chiet definitely missed these days when his sister and him visited their mother in the apartments. The morning in the halls of Wind Reach are always busy with foot traffic as people got up went to work, so as soon as Turrin stepped out of the door, he was already in a crowd of people leaving the Darvina Commonrooms. When he was a endal, he would normally be carrying his talon sword whenever he left the aeries, but nowadays it seemed silly to carry around weapon to clean horse shyte off the floor of the stables. He knew that it would be one of his duties as a stable hand because he had no other experience with horses other than with the drykas. They were the most welcoming people when he lived with them. He remembered from his years of living in the city, the Skyhigh stables was right by the gates of the city, so he made his way down to the entrance of the city.
When Turrin made it to the entrance of the stables, he was hit by the smell of animals packed in a confined space, so it was a strong smell if a person wasn't familiar with the smell. Surprisingly the odor of horse droppings was absent from the from the scent. Turrin figured the stablemaster kept his workplace orderly and clean. Otherwise, he might have regretted decision to work with the horses. Walking down the hallway, he saw a middle age man with strawberry blond hair standing in the middle of the entrance with his arms crossed with a look of annoyance on his face. Turrin stopped in from of him, bowed his head in respect, and said “Avora Hansi my name is Turrin. The valintar sent...”
Hansi stuck up his hand and interrupted common, “You don't have to repeat what the Valintar already told me, chiet. I know you used to be a endal, and you got to choose your own hours. However, in the stables, I want you here a hour before dawn because the horses and ponies have a strict time when they are fed.”
Hansi seemed to pause to wait for a response from him, so Turrin nodded and apologized, “Sorry, Avora Hansi, I assumed start time was at dawn like everyone else. I should have met with you earlier to figure out my start time.”
The stablemaster said with nod, “It is your first day, so I will let it slide today, but in the future, a hour before dawn. Secondly, I heard you had trouble speaking Nari, so whenever, you are here. I want you speak the language of the city.”
When Turrin arrived in the city when he was teenager. He always had issues speaking the language of his mother. He had no problem understanding it, but he had issues making the right whistling sounds and chirps. With the Twisted Vine Clan, he mother had to teach them hear language away from the myrian clan because their grandmother hated his inarta mother, and she did everything that she could to make her mother feel unwelcome even forbid her to speak or teach her children her language. Mostly his mother talked to them in her language, and they had to listen. It was something that he always was self-conscious about since he was a boy because his sister was fluent when she came to the city, but he struggled to make coherent sentences. When he was endal, he made the lower caste speak to him in common, so it was easier to communicate, but now he didn't make the rules anymore. Nobody ever brought it up when he was endal, other than that infuriating Avora Azira! However, he was now a chiet, so he had no power to argue the Avora command, so he said nari, “Whatever wish err.. Stablemaster.”
