skeleton crew

Larkspur D'Angelo · 09-25-2011, 01:52 PM

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The weather had changed dramatically in the past few days. Autumn had arrived with rain and cold wind, and Larkspur delighted in it. He was a true child of the season, born on the cusp of Samhain and with the sunset, Jack-o-Lantern orange burning in his eyes. Soon he would gain another year. Larkspur did not know how to count very high, and had to think hard to account for his own years. Six. He would be six when the weather turned even colder and whispered of the coming winter. Nova Scotia was unpredictable, though. He had learned that last year, during the blizzard.

There was much to do before winter, though. He had set Rowan and one of the other slaves out to gather the grain the horses would need. While wild animals were capable of foraging through the winter, he was dealing with domestic animals—three of whom were pregnant. Horse was showing now, and he was certain that Misty had gained some weight as well. Luna, well..he had seen Black take her several times, and was equally certain she would carry his seed.

Now, though, he was focusing on another task. Salvia’s colt was finally large enough to begin his training. While he desired to have Salvia learn to ride him without tack, the large colt would need to learn to carry and pull things as his mother did. He would be one of the largest here—Black’s offspring would be far smaller. The feisty colt was used to wearing a halter (all the horses were used to them, soft leather things that Rowan had made) but he disliked the added weight on his back. Larkspur had used a weighted bag, strapped around the colt’s body. While he had tried to shake it off the pack, eventually, he grew used to it. Larkspur was leading him around on a long rope, allowing him to get used to the sensation, and was pleased with how quickly this part of his training was going.

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