Choose not a life of imitation

- Grievous

POSTED: Fri Aug 30, 2019 3:41 am

OCC: Marrgerd corrals, morning, close to noon.


The Blacksun heiress wasn’t the type to leave a task incomplete. Every bit the obsessive perfectionist she couldn’t find rest while a horse in her care remained untrained. So long as her name was on the line she had to strive for excellence, after all there had plenty of competition in her line of work which left no room for apathy or incompetence if she desired to go far in the race for prestige.

Out in the corral the clip-clop of the mare’s hooves had been going on as a repetitive song for over half an hour. Standing in the middle with a rudimentary lunge whip held in her hand she had been essaying vocal commands with the horse without having to mount her, saving both from excessive strain and allowing for a longer training session.

After an especially successful change of gait and subsequent halt she stopped the lesson to offer the mare a treat. Her fingers toyed with the animal’s white mane and ran tenderly over her mouse gray coat. She was indeed a handsome animal, with a larger build clearly influenced by a draft bloodline. She was nowhere near as massive as Kaeli or Varda’s stallions – however she should prove a nice mount for someone of large complexion that didn’t quite reach the heavy weights of Blacksun women. Perhaps the Kingdom would find a better use for the mare, she was young and unbred and possessed a few of the traits Grievous had listed that day...

Even if she eventually became a breeding horse Varda wouldn’t allow the animal to go untrained. It was always easier to work with any animal when it had been properly disciplined, especially true with a horse as spirited and energetic as this one.

A break was necessary to avoid exhausting the mare so Varda allowed her to pace freely inside the corral while she leaned against the fence, untying her mane so the breeze flew freely through her hair, cooling her off. Her eyes remained on the fields ahead while her ears swivelled back to pick at the familiar sounds that came from the barn.

The tranquil atmosphere lulled her into a placid state only broken by the approaching steps of another.
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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 12:10 pm

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The sun was nearly at its apex but Marrgerd was a shady, semi-overgrown place. In the early years of their foundation the barn and its surrounding land had been cultivated to work alongside what had already been there. Trees sprawled over and around pieces of fence, vines grew upon stone walls, flowers and brush blossomed, and by all accounts the place was very well hidden within its property. The wide trails and worn pathways mapped out where best to go, however, and betrayed the location as long as one knew what to look for.

There was always something to do around the barns, though Grievous had noticed that everyday tasks were getting done even before he arrived. This was not every day, but it occurred enough that he had allowed himself extra moments with Idrieus. He was eager for them to wed and begin their family, but her convictions were (as one might expect from a Paladin) steadfast.

Until they had answers, nothing could be done. Secretly, this frustrated Grievous, but he respected her wishes. It allowed him further time to work and prove he was worthy of standing beside her.

That was why he came every day, and often more than once. Some horses got more attention than others, but he tried to balance things. With more hands, training could be spread.

Seeing the younger Blacksun in the ring encouraged him. She and Khael's brother had been open about their interest, and being able to see how they worked would determine whether or not Grievous recommended them to his cousins. He appraised her for a few moments, and indeed appraised the horse as it moved, and satisfied with both came to stand on the far side of the fence where she worked.

Hello Varda, he called, leaning over to rest his hands on the fence.


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POSTED: Sat Oct 12, 2019 7:57 pm

Her ears twitched and focused toward the sound, the familiar pace of the approaching footsteps producing a smile in her dark lips before she turned her head to glance at Grievous. His visage had become a constant companion – although they didn’t exchange words often – a sense of familiarity had slowly become associated with his presence.

She turned to face him more openly, giving her back to the pacing horse with the confidence of one who knows its animals. ”Hello Grievous. Magnificent day we are having today.” She stated, her friendly tones dancing merrily in the breeze.

Curious about the new presence the mare paced closer and sniffed at the fence where white hands had been placed. When it caught no whiff of anything delicious to eat the horse turned its large head toward the Blacksun heiress. A nudge of that soft nose was enough to steal a chuckle from her, and the second made it almost impossible to resist that puppy-like insistence.

”What a greedy girl.” She chided before producing an apple from her bag and offering it with an open palm. The horse took it gingerly and munched away noisily, sweet juice dribbling from her mouth onto her handler’s hand.

Varda wiped this on her trousers casually and glanced back at the man. ”She still needs a name and an owner, if any wishes to take her. I brought her as a gift when I joined.” The words spoken left an open invitation for him to fish for more information. He could learn more about her background with horses and the mare’s origin, or find out more about her past before Salsola, if he only asked. Varda was an open book in that regard, eager to share all those inconsequential subjects that were unlikely to come back and haunt her at a later date.

Unlike her mother she believed that making friends was the best way to achieve success, and he, being the closest to her ultimate goal in the hierarchy, had caught her particular interest.
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POSTED: Wed Oct 16, 2019 12:18 pm

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The mare came to him on her own, which was telling as to her nature. Grievous let the curious lips and nose explore his fingers. He smiled at the ticklish whiskers and how easily bribed by food the horse truly was, amused by her antics.

Calm, friendly horses could be used by even the most inexperienced rider. A mare of relative docile nature was good, though there was plenty to be said for the stubbornness of their sex. Grievous would trust an ornery mare over a dumb gelding in any scenario, though he believed the latter to be the easiest to handle. They had relatively few of these, for the worth of a stallion was a fair trade for the extra caution and muscle needed to control the fierce animals.

Varda's suggestion of an individual claiming the animal made him wonder at its origins. Well, if she belongs to the pack that will be for the Mafiosi to decide, he said. I'd like to know more about her – was she your horse first? This seemed unlikely. Varda was large and would require a massive mount, if she used one at all.

Though he no longer rode, Grievous still made use of horses in other ways. There were plenty capable of hauling his weight, and more even. Their biggest animals, when working together, had indeed been tested with carts laden with goods and materials. They preferred even land for crossing, but the old roads and highways were still followed by travelers and these routes could be taken if one knew where they lay.

He had learned many of these during his travels. Grievous wondered if someone like Varda, who had spent most of her life beyond their borders, had roamed these familiar trails. It was not always proper to pry for information, but as an Outsider by birth, Varda was due for more scrutiny than a person born on native soil.


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