OOC here: Table & Coding © Sunny; 513 words
Imacai had gotten himself set up in the caverns, having moved his items in. He left his large jars of dirt in his cave home, also leaving Sessane there to sleep in. But with his wagon now emptied out he needed a place to store it. He remembered passing a large house on the way down to the caverns and so he decided to go up that way and check on things. He gave a series of sharp barks to get Ringo's attention and to get the horse to come to him so that he didn't have to go out and search all over for his horse. He hoped Ringo was still nearby since there was no way that he would be able to move the wagon all by himself.
When the horse finally meandered over Imacai got the horse hooked up to the wagon. He then climbed up into the wagon to that he could direct the horse towards the house and on in through the gate. Immediately through the gate he found a place that looked large enough to store his wagon. He halted his horse so that he could climb off the wagon and move over to open the door to the small building attached to the larger one. He grinned when he found it was large as well as empty. He moved back over to his horse and wagon to maneuver the parking of the wagon. It took a bit of time and a lot of back and forth movements before he could get the horse to back the wagon inside of the garage. But once it was securely inside and had access for easy hook up, should he have to move it, he unhooked his horse and guided him out sot hat he could close the door to the building and hide his wagon.
Now he just had to find a place to keep Ringo. He gently guided his horse to walk around with him so that he could find a place to put him. He wasn't finding anything that would work though. He had really thought that there would be a place. There was a house for plants and a smaller house to live in but nothing for horses. Or maybe he was missing it? He let Ringo move away from him towards the lake to have a drink. He watched his horse before sending up a howl for any around to hear. Maybe someone will know where he could store his horse. Maybe he was just missing it. Maybe it wasn't in this fenced in compound but was just a short distance away. He wouldn't know until he found someone to ask. And hopefully whoever it was that would come along, and hopefully quite soon, would have a positive answer for him. That they would know of just a place and be able to lead him right to it. That really would be the best possible outcome in his mind. But for now he just waiting by Ringo, patting the equine's neck while the horse drank.
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