Summer 60th 502 AV
“You really need to work on guiding Lyris without that constant death grip on the reins. Use your knees!” Patrick had chided her, while the squire was skilled with horses, she struggled giving directions without the aide of reins. A skill that was imperative to shooting on horseback, Ale greatly needed to learn how to direct whatever mount she had to move around while arching. It seemed pointless to work on shooting from horseback if she had to have a constant grip on the reins. In addition—she still needed to learn a better balance while at a trot.
Patrick had told Ale to go and work on directing Lyris with her knees after a short, abrupt and rather frustrating lesson on how to direct without the use of reins. “Once you have a horse of your own, you should teach it left and right, usually clicks and whistles work well. Till then, you’ll have to be rather firm about your guiding with your knees. Work on this tomorrow, when we work on arching again on the 64th I want you to let go of the petching reins, got it?” Ale could only nod to her knight. Patrick wasn’t an overly harsh patron, but he had high expectations of his squire, and he expected her to reach each goal above and beyond what he wanted.
It was going to be a hot day, Ale could feel it in the stagnant air that hung in the squire barracks. Sticky and uncomfortably oppressive. She woke, her hair sticking to her forehead with a thin layer of sweat. It would be pleasant to get out and moving with Lyris, any wind movement would be better than the suffocating heat that pressed in upon the resting squires. Ale peeled off her clothes, washing off the best she could before donning clean, dry clothing.
The sun was already up when Ale reached the stables, Lyris look unamused at the heat that had settled in on the city. The scent of petch and moist hay filled Ale’s nose as she hefted the saddle over Lyris’s back and got her tack. By the time everything was on Lyris, Ale’s clothes were damp and sticky. With a frown, the horse was lead out in order into the slow moving air of the city.
It was a quiet day, it seemed most people had the idea of staying within the solid, cool walls of Stormhold, or at the very least, spend the day with a chilled pint between their hands. Ale—of course—intended on working on her skills, as she was instructed to. Surely Patrick was hugging a stone wall and dunking his head in a barrel of water to keep cool. The poor red-haired knight was sure to crisp up under Syna’s rays till his hair and flesh matched.
Lyris’s movements were slow, her hooves seeming almost muted over the damp road. It was as if the world was coated in a thin layer of the sticky heat, everything was sweating. “We’ll go slow, Lyris, don’t worry.” The horse had no real reaction, just continued on as Ale led her on by the reins.
It took a short while, but soon they were in a large, open training area. Thankfully, it seemed Ale was the only one who wanted to test their ability to endure the heat while training. Or perhaps everyone was unfortunately glued to their beds. The Druva placed a hand firmly upon the worn leather saddle, slipping her foot into the stirrup before hefting herself up and over the mares back. Lyris shifted her weight slightly while Ale adjusted her position on the saddle.
“Alright, we’re just going to start with a slow walk… See how this guiding with the knees goes.”
Patrick had told Ale to go and work on directing Lyris with her knees after a short, abrupt and rather frustrating lesson on how to direct without the use of reins. “Once you have a horse of your own, you should teach it left and right, usually clicks and whistles work well. Till then, you’ll have to be rather firm about your guiding with your knees. Work on this tomorrow, when we work on arching again on the 64th I want you to let go of the petching reins, got it?” Ale could only nod to her knight. Patrick wasn’t an overly harsh patron, but he had high expectations of his squire, and he expected her to reach each goal above and beyond what he wanted.
It was going to be a hot day, Ale could feel it in the stagnant air that hung in the squire barracks. Sticky and uncomfortably oppressive. She woke, her hair sticking to her forehead with a thin layer of sweat. It would be pleasant to get out and moving with Lyris, any wind movement would be better than the suffocating heat that pressed in upon the resting squires. Ale peeled off her clothes, washing off the best she could before donning clean, dry clothing.
The sun was already up when Ale reached the stables, Lyris look unamused at the heat that had settled in on the city. The scent of petch and moist hay filled Ale’s nose as she hefted the saddle over Lyris’s back and got her tack. By the time everything was on Lyris, Ale’s clothes were damp and sticky. With a frown, the horse was lead out in order into the slow moving air of the city.
It was a quiet day, it seemed most people had the idea of staying within the solid, cool walls of Stormhold, or at the very least, spend the day with a chilled pint between their hands. Ale—of course—intended on working on her skills, as she was instructed to. Surely Patrick was hugging a stone wall and dunking his head in a barrel of water to keep cool. The poor red-haired knight was sure to crisp up under Syna’s rays till his hair and flesh matched.
Lyris’s movements were slow, her hooves seeming almost muted over the damp road. It was as if the world was coated in a thin layer of the sticky heat, everything was sweating. “We’ll go slow, Lyris, don’t worry.” The horse had no real reaction, just continued on as Ale led her on by the reins.
It took a short while, but soon they were in a large, open training area. Thankfully, it seemed Ale was the only one who wanted to test their ability to endure the heat while training. Or perhaps everyone was unfortunately glued to their beds. The Druva placed a hand firmly upon the worn leather saddle, slipping her foot into the stirrup before hefting herself up and over the mares back. Lyris shifted her weight slightly while Ale adjusted her position on the saddle.
“Alright, we’re just going to start with a slow walk… See how this guiding with the knees goes.”
