35th of Fall 513AV
Dawn, Squires Dormitories
Ball had taken the time to relieve in body of the large amount of monetary value before getting Imass prepped for a stroll through the city of Syliras. Storing the crazy amount of mizas he was in possession of at the bottom of the chest given to him for storage purposes Ball had made sure to cover it with a Thorn, his first Patron Knight’s banner, and other small odds and ends that may have been laying around at the bottom of the chest from a previous owner. The only two things the clay squire kept out of the trunk was a strip of an old blue tunic and his rapier sheathed in leather.
Running the strip of cloth into the loop at the end of the sheath Ball careful tied the strip around the equivalency of his waist, it was a simple procedure and unfortunately it was not the greatest way of keeping the weapon on him, but it worked for now. After moving some clay upward to give him some more room to tie the sword into place Ball nodded and stepped to the side of his mount. The slumbering dog was use to be awaken by the squire in this fashion and thusly did nothing about it as Ball pulled on the side flank of the much larger mount and settled himself into place.
Several nudges later and the lazy riding dog groaned to its feet and both clay master and dog left the dormitory Ball was given once he returned to Syliras after his mini-adventure. Today was going to be one of those days he planned on doing something beyond training with a weapon or himself. Today he planned on doing some plain old riding. It felt good to not be required to do anything right now, Ser Pycon was off doing whatever Ser Pycon did and that meant that Ball could do whatever he wanted.
And today I ride! He laughed at the idea as he nudged the dog’s sides with his feet and the dog picked up speed. Ball hunched over so he was nearly laying on the dog’s back against his neck, afraid that if he sat up the speed his furry mount was gaining would rip him off and leave him in the dust.
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Seven Bells Later...
Ball and Imass found themselves in a small hallway of the massive castle fortress City known as Syliras, Ball knew it as The Rock Beast, the pycon squire wasn’t quite ready to call himself lost, but he was entirely beyond the point of denying it to himself. This was the second time in this year alone that Ball found himself lost and alone. The first time was in Nyka, and that experience left him rather uneasy with being lost.
Petch... He gently nudged the dog to a stand still and in a slow and methodical method Ball tugged on Imass’s neck fur on the right. The dog, in reaction, slowly turned to in that direction. Just as Ball expected, he got himself lost. Petching Petch Shyke.
Dawn, Squires Dormitories
Ball had taken the time to relieve in body of the large amount of monetary value before getting Imass prepped for a stroll through the city of Syliras. Storing the crazy amount of mizas he was in possession of at the bottom of the chest given to him for storage purposes Ball had made sure to cover it with a Thorn, his first Patron Knight’s banner, and other small odds and ends that may have been laying around at the bottom of the chest from a previous owner. The only two things the clay squire kept out of the trunk was a strip of an old blue tunic and his rapier sheathed in leather.
Running the strip of cloth into the loop at the end of the sheath Ball careful tied the strip around the equivalency of his waist, it was a simple procedure and unfortunately it was not the greatest way of keeping the weapon on him, but it worked for now. After moving some clay upward to give him some more room to tie the sword into place Ball nodded and stepped to the side of his mount. The slumbering dog was use to be awaken by the squire in this fashion and thusly did nothing about it as Ball pulled on the side flank of the much larger mount and settled himself into place.
Several nudges later and the lazy riding dog groaned to its feet and both clay master and dog left the dormitory Ball was given once he returned to Syliras after his mini-adventure. Today was going to be one of those days he planned on doing something beyond training with a weapon or himself. Today he planned on doing some plain old riding. It felt good to not be required to do anything right now, Ser Pycon was off doing whatever Ser Pycon did and that meant that Ball could do whatever he wanted.
And today I ride! He laughed at the idea as he nudged the dog’s sides with his feet and the dog picked up speed. Ball hunched over so he was nearly laying on the dog’s back against his neck, afraid that if he sat up the speed his furry mount was gaining would rip him off and leave him in the dust.
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Seven Bells Later...
Ball and Imass found themselves in a small hallway of the massive castle fortress City known as Syliras, Ball knew it as The Rock Beast, the pycon squire wasn’t quite ready to call himself lost, but he was entirely beyond the point of denying it to himself. This was the second time in this year alone that Ball found himself lost and alone. The first time was in Nyka, and that experience left him rather uneasy with being lost.
Petch... He gently nudged the dog to a stand still and in a slow and methodical method Ball tugged on Imass’s neck fur on the right. The dog, in reaction, slowly turned to in that direction. Just as Ball expected, he got himself lost. Petching Petch Shyke.
Created goes to Euthisa