[The Syliran Fields] A Lesson in Language (Tanna)

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

[The Syliran Fields] A Lesson in Language (Tanna)

Postby Katelyn Marks on July 3rd, 2015, 6:16 pm

15th, Summer, 515 AV


Katelyn was glad for the summer, and hadn't felt so high in spirits in a long time. Things were looking in up in life after what seemed like a long stretch of unhappiness and an almost crippling lack of confidence. So as she packed Garrison's saddlebags with food from the Order's kitchens, tied one of her wool blankets behind the seat, and mounted up to go meet Tanna at the fields to the south. She couldn't quite wipe the smile from her face.

Her friend was back at the Outpost again, and the squire was eager to be moving. She even had Winston in her lap; the Drykas hadn't made his acquaintance yet. Her little black pup was propped up on the pommel of her saddle, and she held him with one hand while her other guided the massive warhorse beneath them.

His tiny pink tongue lolled from between pearly white infant's teeth, each still delicate and small. Once they were out of the gates and onto the road Katelyn was able to let her Tiaden stretch out a little more, and when the road was laid out before him, he eagerly took the initiative and broke into a long-legged trot. Though Kate had a hold on the little black pup laying across her lap, he bounced with each stride, ears flopping in time with the stallion's heavy steps.

The ride was pleasant but short, and they made it to the massive fields of grain by about midday. Wind sighed through the green stalks, making the earth look like it was rolling. Trees were few and far between here in the fields, so Katelyn didn't have much room to be picky. There were access routes cut between the large swaths of fields where wagons could be drawn off the road during harvest time, and down these there was the occasional ancient tree left behind for shade when farmer's were tending. They paths were relatively flat and clear, and would create an acceptable area to relax between the whispering wheat plants.

Garrison picked his way down the side of the road and through the grass toward a great leaning oak tree, thick and gnarled from time. She dismounted carefully with Winston and set him in the grass, to which he instantly started sniffing through, chunky tail wagging contently. Her stallion was surprisingly gentle with the puppy, much like with her pony Sebastian. He seemed very aware of his own feet as she unpacked his saddle and then removed it entirely, tying him to a low hanging branch in the trees so he could graze in the few feet around him.

They were plenty close enough to the road for Tanna to see them when she rode through, but Kate wasn't sure when that would be. So while she waited she set up their lunch. The squire laid out her large wool blanket and sat her saddlebags down. From inside she retrieved some food--two small round loaves of bread, some cheese, various fruits, and dried beef. Katelyn sat down next to the arrangement, content to wait for her friend. Winston was rummaging by the edge of one of the fields, snuffling loudly and with the joyous curiosity that only a dog could have.

"Winston," she called; a short and simple command. His head came around at the sound of her voice, and with puppy clumsiness came tumbling toward her through the thick grass. He stumbled onto the blanket and made a b-line for the food, but she snatched him up quickly before he could dive in. To distract him, the redhead gave him a small piece of beef--large enough to keep him busy but not so tiny that he could choke. Content now, he sat on her lap and gnawed on the meat, savoring his treat with the utmost appreciation. "Good boy," she crooned, gently stroking his soft fur.
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