30th of Spring, 515 AV
Aoren approached the side of the great mare with caution. He stood so that he was within sight of the beast not wanting to startle it. Of the many things that Aoren was still getting accustomed to, the tending of animals was one of them. Tending to people he could deal with. He had some knowledge of how to apply medicine to a person but in the caring of animals he was sorely lacking. The horse was laying upon one side, breathing heavier than he would have thought normal for such a creature though he couldn’t be entirely certain. He had no real foundation to go on. As he stepped closer the horse whinnied, stirring as he neared. He came to a stop just a few feet from the horse. He paused considering how to approach the animal. The mare, was injured. He’d seen her limping whilst tending to some of his chores around the stables. As soon as she laid down Aoren had made it a point to examine her from afar.
From what he could tell she was avoiding favoring her front leg on the right side. If he knew the proper anatomy of a horse he would have thought on it in those terms. Alas, he had limited knowledge to work with. He took a step closer to the mare eliciting another shuffle and a whine from the horse. It was obvious she wasn’t going to let Aoren near her that easily. He sighed thinking on how to approach the beast without earning a kick to his ribs.
It occurred to him then that he did possess a power that might lend to calming the animal if he focused. Aoren took a seat in the hay just a few feet away from the horse, he kept his eyes trained on that of the animal’s doing his best not to lose eye contact. Resting his hands in his lap he pulled on his reserves of djed. The response was sluggish. He was moving the djed forward in a manner that was vastly unfamiliar to him.
The djed snapped back into place despite Aoren’s urgings bringing a small furrow to his brow. The horse shifted trying to get comfortable it seemed. The Drykas reached for his djed again willing it to move with roughly as much success as before. It would take a different tactic than simply pulling on the strands of his djed it seemed. Hypnotism was a magic that he had put very little effort into mastering. He searched his mind for a means of willing his djed into working a bit more cooperatively. When the notion struck him he rubbed his face.
“It’s worth a shot to see if it works.” Clearing his throat, Aoren picked up a piece of straw rolling it between his fingers.
“Far away, long ago, lost where few can remember.
Woven deep, inside a dream, the light of a glowing ember…”
Aoren approached the side of the great mare with caution. He stood so that he was within sight of the beast not wanting to startle it. Of the many things that Aoren was still getting accustomed to, the tending of animals was one of them. Tending to people he could deal with. He had some knowledge of how to apply medicine to a person but in the caring of animals he was sorely lacking. The horse was laying upon one side, breathing heavier than he would have thought normal for such a creature though he couldn’t be entirely certain. He had no real foundation to go on. As he stepped closer the horse whinnied, stirring as he neared. He came to a stop just a few feet from the horse. He paused considering how to approach the animal. The mare, was injured. He’d seen her limping whilst tending to some of his chores around the stables. As soon as she laid down Aoren had made it a point to examine her from afar.
From what he could tell she was avoiding favoring her front leg on the right side. If he knew the proper anatomy of a horse he would have thought on it in those terms. Alas, he had limited knowledge to work with. He took a step closer to the mare eliciting another shuffle and a whine from the horse. It was obvious she wasn’t going to let Aoren near her that easily. He sighed thinking on how to approach the beast without earning a kick to his ribs.
It occurred to him then that he did possess a power that might lend to calming the animal if he focused. Aoren took a seat in the hay just a few feet away from the horse, he kept his eyes trained on that of the animal’s doing his best not to lose eye contact. Resting his hands in his lap he pulled on his reserves of djed. The response was sluggish. He was moving the djed forward in a manner that was vastly unfamiliar to him.
The djed snapped back into place despite Aoren’s urgings bringing a small furrow to his brow. The horse shifted trying to get comfortable it seemed. The Drykas reached for his djed again willing it to move with roughly as much success as before. It would take a different tactic than simply pulling on the strands of his djed it seemed. Hypnotism was a magic that he had put very little effort into mastering. He searched his mind for a means of willing his djed into working a bit more cooperatively. When the notion struck him he rubbed his face.
“It’s worth a shot to see if it works.” Clearing his throat, Aoren picked up a piece of straw rolling it between his fingers.
“Far away, long ago, lost where few can remember.
Woven deep, inside a dream, the light of a glowing ember…”