Timestamp: Fall 23, 515 AV
Talya wasn't quite sure where she found herself now; she knew she hadn't been there before- she could tell by the way of the buildings present, as well as the landscape that surrounded her. It was more even here, and the sun, she saw, could stretch unhindered over its expanse, its pale golden light kissing every inch of land, and helping to keep it warm, now that the temperatures were beginning to drop more and more, as the world continued to ease all the more deeply into the autumnal season. There was grass here, but the openness collided into structure- slate grey; stone. There were a series of buildings, or perhaps it was only one or two, but the shape gave the illusion of more, the Ethaefal wasn't entirely sure as she moved around them, and then finally made her way inside one of them. The instant she entered, she was assaulted with the scent of dung, and of sweat. She also picked up on something a little musty, something she didn't recognize at first when she entered. It was the scent of hay, both new and old. Some of it downtrodden, as it had been stamped upon by several feet- both human and that of beasts. Some of it caked with mud, and whatever those in question had drawn inside from the outside world.
Talya stepped further into the depths of the stables, and began to take a look a around. Some horses stomped and shook their tails, batting away flies as she moved through the area. Others nickered or neighed at her, as they tried to get her attention. But she ignored them for now, as she knew nothing of horses and how to approach them. In fact, she knew very little of animals in general, and thought it best not to approach them, especially when she didn't see anyone else around, who could show her the way, or whom she could at least inquire as to whether or not it was appropriate for her to be around. It was then that her heart sank, and she began to worry about whether or not what she was doing would be considered trespassing, and as to whether or not she would get into trouble for it. But as no one seemed to be around, save for the horses, (and perhaps a few ponies and foals, she wasn't much sure of the difference between them all), the fear began to subside, although at times it seemed to ebb and flow, and wind its way around her heart, so she decided to proceed a little more cautiously. Taking more care to lift her feet off the ground and then set them down far more slowly, so that there was a much fainter rustling of the hay that rested outside the stalls, and a fainter clicking of her heels against the wooden floors, caked with dirt.
Talya continued on through the stables, taking the turns now and again, until she arrived in what she could only assume was the storage area for that specific stable, as it was filled with a number of supplies. There were saddles, and there was tack, and riding blankets. There were changes of horseshoes, and stirrups, as well as a few whips and crops. There were brushes, and other grooming supplies, a few pails. Just as there remained an area that held food- there were bags of things that looked like it could be some sort of grain, and piles of hay bales, some of which towered over her head. Tucked next to this was a wheelbarrow- it was metallic, and a shovel rested next to that. She supposed this was what was used to muck things out. Talya smiled, she was beginning to feel more and more secure, and more and more as though she could be free to explore. Thus, she crept forward, across the stables toward the piles of hay. She closed the distance that had once rested between herself and then, and reached their side within a matter of seconds. Her eyes surveyed the pale yellow strands that made out the bales- several sticking out from the sides, and several more lying loosely upon the floor. She reached out to touch them tentatively with her right hand as her eyes grazed over them. The pieces of hay felt dry and rough under her hands, and they bent more easily than she thought they would. It was then that she began to wonder what she could do with the hay.
Talya wasn't quite sure where she found herself now; she knew she hadn't been there before- she could tell by the way of the buildings present, as well as the landscape that surrounded her. It was more even here, and the sun, she saw, could stretch unhindered over its expanse, its pale golden light kissing every inch of land, and helping to keep it warm, now that the temperatures were beginning to drop more and more, as the world continued to ease all the more deeply into the autumnal season. There was grass here, but the openness collided into structure- slate grey; stone. There were a series of buildings, or perhaps it was only one or two, but the shape gave the illusion of more, the Ethaefal wasn't entirely sure as she moved around them, and then finally made her way inside one of them. The instant she entered, she was assaulted with the scent of dung, and of sweat. She also picked up on something a little musty, something she didn't recognize at first when she entered. It was the scent of hay, both new and old. Some of it downtrodden, as it had been stamped upon by several feet- both human and that of beasts. Some of it caked with mud, and whatever those in question had drawn inside from the outside world.
Talya stepped further into the depths of the stables, and began to take a look a around. Some horses stomped and shook their tails, batting away flies as she moved through the area. Others nickered or neighed at her, as they tried to get her attention. But she ignored them for now, as she knew nothing of horses and how to approach them. In fact, she knew very little of animals in general, and thought it best not to approach them, especially when she didn't see anyone else around, who could show her the way, or whom she could at least inquire as to whether or not it was appropriate for her to be around. It was then that her heart sank, and she began to worry about whether or not what she was doing would be considered trespassing, and as to whether or not she would get into trouble for it. But as no one seemed to be around, save for the horses, (and perhaps a few ponies and foals, she wasn't much sure of the difference between them all), the fear began to subside, although at times it seemed to ebb and flow, and wind its way around her heart, so she decided to proceed a little more cautiously. Taking more care to lift her feet off the ground and then set them down far more slowly, so that there was a much fainter rustling of the hay that rested outside the stalls, and a fainter clicking of her heels against the wooden floors, caked with dirt.
Talya continued on through the stables, taking the turns now and again, until she arrived in what she could only assume was the storage area for that specific stable, as it was filled with a number of supplies. There were saddles, and there was tack, and riding blankets. There were changes of horseshoes, and stirrups, as well as a few whips and crops. There were brushes, and other grooming supplies, a few pails. Just as there remained an area that held food- there were bags of things that looked like it could be some sort of grain, and piles of hay bales, some of which towered over her head. Tucked next to this was a wheelbarrow- it was metallic, and a shovel rested next to that. She supposed this was what was used to muck things out. Talya smiled, she was beginning to feel more and more secure, and more and more as though she could be free to explore. Thus, she crept forward, across the stables toward the piles of hay. She closed the distance that had once rested between herself and then, and reached their side within a matter of seconds. Her eyes surveyed the pale yellow strands that made out the bales- several sticking out from the sides, and several more lying loosely upon the floor. She reached out to touch them tentatively with her right hand as her eyes grazed over them. The pieces of hay felt dry and rough under her hands, and they bent more easily than she thought they would. It was then that she began to wonder what she could do with the hay.