Escaping into the Blue
Tawny
Olethym had finally managed to depart the Weyr proper a small feat for
some, but at this point in time a sheer miracle the way the day seemed
to be shaping up. The two had walked along in silence toward the
stable that was on the very outlines of the Weyr proper as to keep the
dragons from causing too much anxieties to the beast. He wasa sure if
his sister did not have duties to attend to she would have offered to
escort them to and from the hold. However, it was probably best that
they enjoyed the fresh air before the rainy season -Ista's equivalent
to winter- hit and traveling became a last resort.
Upon entering the stables they found it strangely absent of any beast
crafter; perhaps, they were tending the weyr's herds this morning.
"The stable master requested we take the runners in the first two
stalls for our trip," Avarin said his gaze sweeping the room for the
tack finally locating it piled in a corner of the stables. Scowling a
bit at the mess Avarin began to wade through the mess trying to locate
his saddle. Most would have kept their saddles within their quarters
like a private momento; however, Avarin's attachment for the piece of
leather was not so strong. Finding the familar piece in the mess
Avarin dragged it out and set it aside as he dragged out the saddle
that Olethym used most frequently. Tossing the saddle toward his
friend's feet Avarin dragged two sets of harnesses from the wall
shouldering his own saddle handing off the extra piece. "See how fast
we can do this, before someone comes looking for us," Avarin teased as
he moved to enter the stall with runner he seemed to frequent most.
They both should know how to tack their runners after how many turns
of traveling about the island, and yet Avarin found himself having a
difficult time saddling his mount this morning. Every time he went to
finish synching the saddle the runner's head kept turning back toward
him a loud snort escaping the brown runner as it began to fidget
anxiously, Avarin having to release his hold on the saddle until it
calmed against. "Stop" Avarin murmured moving closer again to resettle
the saddle and attempt to buckle it once more. Yet again the beast
continued to fidget causing a bark of laughter to escape him as he
could hear a similar argument going on between Olethym and his mount.
"I think the runners can sense Nerys's will," Avarin said between fits
of laughter finally synching the buckle down. Tugging on the saddle as
he rose to his feet Avarin had to resist cheering at his own victory
the runner finally settling now that he was unable to remove the
saddle from his back. Casually the Harper leaned against the stall
wall his head tilting to see the healer's progression with his mount a
smirk settling upon his face. "Having troubles?"
(Tag Olethym)
Shai
He was, in truth, looking forward to riding free and thinking about
what he wanted to think about, and nothing else. Glancing at the
second stall, he saw a familiar set of eyes peeking out behind a
scruffy forelock, familiar ears twitching in his direction. The
runner nickered as he approached. "So. We meet again," he said
gravely, reaching up beneath the hair and rubbing the beast between
the eyes.
He turned to regard Avarin as the Harper weeded through the tack. It
seemed like a hopeless task even though he knew what he was looking
for. Olethym purposefully stayed back from the heavy saddle as the
Harper tossed it at him. He grinned and shook his head, thinking he
was slightly insane for doing such a thing without stretching first.
But then, who would be called if he needed a massage but good ol'
Olethym? Chuckling lightly, he took the bridle offered to him and
went back for the saddle. "What's wrong, trying to avoid someone in
particular?"
Olethym's runner had different issues than Avarin's. Where the
Harper's became excited to be on the trail, the Healer's liked to
prolong the preparations. Refusing to open her mouth for Olethym, he
was reduced to bribery. With her bridle in place, the happily
munching runner almost forgot to hold her breath as he cinched up the
saddle. She was torn between savoring the tasty treat and swallowing
in time to take a deep huff of air. Her ears flicked in annoyance as
she leaned close and pinned him against the wall with her ribs. "Back
off!" he growled under his breath, gasping pushing back helplessly.
When she was finished with her mouthful of oats, she eased off with
the runner's equivalent of a chuckle. The whuffling noise was wet and
strangely hollow, filling the stall with the sweet smell of oats.
"You are one honery runner," he muttered in hotly, though he knew he
had never been in any danger. He gently thumped her ribs as he
cinched up the saddle.
Avarin appeared, already finished and waiting. Olethym's runner
looked up at the Harper, distracted, and the Healer thumped her again
for good measure. Gaining a few more inches, Olethym smirked at his
friend and straightened his hair, as it had fallen in his eyes in the
struggle. "No, not at all."
Just to prove him wrong perhaps, the runner decided to have the last
laugh, pinning him yet again, this time gently with her hoof. "OW!
Get off me!" As Olethym attempted to pull his smarting foot free, the
runner whuffled again.
( tag xD )
Tawny
runner whuffled again.~
Eyeing the funny look that covered Olethym's face and the contented look on
the runner's, Avarin leaned over the side of the stall to push lightly at
her neck hoping to encourage her to shift her weight in the opposite
direction. "Well this is gonna be an interesting day," Avarin said grinning
as he watched Olethym a second longer, before unlatching the padlock and
leading the runner out of the stall. The horse was tall for his breed long
legged slightly long necked, a new challenge perhaps?
Taking a moment longer to make sure his saddle was fully in place he began
to load up the saddle bags that Olethym had grabbed, lunch in one side, and
medicines and any other bartering tools in the other. Happy with the way
everything seemed to be tightened he grinned at the healer as he struggled
with his runner a bit, before dragging her from the stall. "Ready to get on
the road before disaster breaks out?" he teased, now with his luck he cursed
monsoonal rain on them.
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