Merry Melodies

Anann Kelevra · 07-18-2010, 03:24 PM

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When Anann had first met the pale stallion she had thought him rather simple minded. With time Anann had learned he was simply just a calm and docile creature did not mean that he had a dull wit at all. He lacked the fire that burned in horses like Rem and Drogon, but that was exactly what made him a perfect match for the merle woman. Anann agreed with Ruri that it was time for the comb. Stark had not been filthy after all. Heath kept all the horses in the stables well cared for. So it probably hadn't been all that long since the last time the pale horse had been groomed. Anann took the brush from Ruri, trading her for the comb. Combing out his mane and tail isn't much different from combing out your own hair. You'll want to start at the bottom and work your way up so you don't make any of the knots tighter. Stark had a more typical mane and tail, lacking the unruly mass of curls that Rem owned. His scalp is much thicker too, so don't worry if you pull a bit. A good strong yank of the comb would certianly cause discomfort, but Ruri hardly seemed the type that would be rough with, well anything.

There were a few feral cats that lingered around the stables from time to time. Anann rarely caught more than a glimpse of the the skitish critters. The silent arrived of the quite large orange cat took Anann slightly by surprise, though he didn't startle her. Meowing quietly for his mistress's attentions, Anann couldn't help but smile. It seemed the blind woman had quite a relationship with those that surrounded her. Cat's were one thing Anann had little to no experience with and she was not quite sure exactly how she was to greet Soleil. Anann stretched her hand out the cat to let him sniff her if he wished and maybe she would pet him if he would allow it. He is gorgeous. I haven't seen a cat this up close before. Feral cats she had seen, but one rarely got within a few yards of one of those before they darted away. He seems quite large for as young as he appears. He was certainly larger than the other cats she had seen around the stables.

There were things Anann missed about home. Though as much as she might miss it she had already decided that there was never any going back. If her leaving was to mean anything she could not return. Her mind on that fact had been made before she had even left in the first place. The resolve she had set kept her from getting too home sick. Though that didn't mean she couldn't still carry the happier memories with her and look back on them fondly. Draft horses are quite larger than horses used for riding, taller and heavy muscled. They are work horses, used to pull heavy carts or loads and plow fields for planting. True drafts were larger than the friesian breed that Rem was descended from. Rem is what some would call a light draft. He is larger than the average horse, but lighter than a true draft breed. The friesians made perfect horses for the cavalry. Large enough to easily care the large luperci warriors but still light and agile. The city they protected had certainly been a wondrous place to grow up. The common wolves there were good souls, it was the upper classes that had become tainted and vile. It was for the good of the common that she had left. Hoping that without her protection they could at last see that darkness at their core and smother it. It is a rare place. They say the founders of the city originally raided libraries, gathering the knowledge they needed to make it thrive. How best to plant and harvest and care for the livestock. As well as things like making cloth and steel. How to build homes and buildings from logs and brick. As far as Anann knew the search for more books and knowledge still went on. The more the city could learn the more it would grow. Following the guidance of the information left behind by a civilization lost was easier that discovering the technology all anew.

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