where o'er the sheep-track's maze

POSTED: Mon Feb 05, 2018 8:08 pm

Vicira is near the Yawrah River, ~3 hours trot from "village." For the Shepherd co-rank!

The flock was a sorry, ragged bunch. Few sheep remained: two rams, one old; about five ewes with dusty coats; a trio of nervous lambs. The great cloud of fleece that milled through the village and grazed by the Bass River was reduced to this, dying of starvation or being picked off by coyotes who were starving themselves, if they hadn't been lost in the chaos of the mountainous migration.

Vicira sighed. She opened the makeshift gate, untying the thick rope that kept it shut in lieu of a proper latch, and walked toward the dirty beasts. The old ram blinked rheumy eyes and shook his horns at her, while the younger one came closer with a sorrowful bleat and offered his head to be scratched. A skinny ewe with a black face rubbed against her leg, and she frowned as she ran fingers through her tangled wool. A bath would be in order for these sad beasts, the last of the herd: some pampering, some pasture if she could find it.

She made up her mind. She retrieved and saddled Tigana, then opened up the pen and started to drive the sheep southwest.

A small branch of the river curled before them, over a rise of earth and hardy brush that Tigana nibbled at as they passed. The ten sheep remained clumped together, slowly beginning to graze at the dead grass, wet from the day's thaw. Vicira watched, expressionless, as the water burbled beyond.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 05, 2018 11:59 pm

She was growing fond of the sheep, with their curly coats and dopey dispositions, and she found herself venturing towards where they were held in a daily pattern. Their herd had diminished in the months following their departure from where they had once lived, and it was a sad sight to see now. This day was no different, with the light-furred Hope leaving the chapel after morning prayer to wander in the direction of the sheep's home.

To her surprise, there were no sheep in the pen – but the fresh scent of them led her towards the river to the southwest, and she followed it, unsure if they had been stolen by someone clever. Instead, she simply found the russet-accented leader of their winter-hardened clan: Vicira, atop her horse. The sheep stood before her, between she and the river; why were they here? Hope approached, careful not to spook the animals.

I hope spring brings more of them, she offered, speaking that before greetings; it was truth. Death had claimed many of what had once been flourishing. They had needed to eat, after all; it wasn't something to be ashamed of. Still, Hope worried for the sheep as well. One neared her, bleating, and she reached out to stroke its velvety nose.

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POSTED: Wed Feb 14, 2018 11:07 am

Tigana sighed, her ear gently pricked forward. She was content here, free to roam and browse the Blackland with her foal -- and happy to work, too, though the sheep did not need the same quick movements to clump them together that the wild horses had. Though thin as all the clan and their beasts were thin, it was clear that the Aquila's horse had been well cared for, perhaps at the expense of the "lower" livestock. A different Aquila might have had different priorities and let horses starve for faster-breeding food, or culled those that seemed weak, but Vicira did her best to keep them alive. She was proud, and her clan was proud. She wanted her herd.

She wondered if perhaps she could have done more, looking at the sheep as they grazed, then turned her head as another's scent reached her. She glanced over at Hope -- well-dressed and dainty, if more skinny than slender these days -- and nodded at her remark as her own cool eyes passed over the ewes.

There should be more, if they can eat enough to nourish babes.Maybe we can venture out and capture more when the weather permits, too.

She hesitated a moment, then dismounted to better speak to her clanmate. She had never been particularly close to Crucifix or her brood, especially when she disapproved of the then-Magister's submissive behavior -- or when she was at odds with Basilio, the little devil. She was a little cautious around Hope and Faith as a result, but winter needed to bring them together.

You like them, don't you? Vicira asked, watching the girl pet the sheep before her. Jealously, the young ram -- born and raised among the coyotes -- shuffled over and leaned his head against Vicira's knee. She smirked and scratched around the base of his horns as he grunted. You have a lot of baby-making to do, pal.

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