88th Spring 513AV
Fallon stroked the muzzle of Javil carefully. For several days now she had been out camping at the Silkwater lake, for several days she had escaped civilisation. Or at least the most part of it. The company of a few others had made it a bit more bearable, and if anything had prevented the growth of isolation. It also meant she did not have the excuse to disappear into the wilderness and be never seen again, too many people to guide back to civilisation after all. Checking the horse, she spoke in a calming voice to it fingers touching and checking. The squire worked her way round, fingers brushing at the sides. He gave a snort, a low whine escaping as she took a wide berth around its rear. Her eyes scanned it up and down, stooping slightly as she picked up the saddle and cautiously placed it on its back. It gave a twitch, and stepped away his dark eyes turning to Fallon.
“Calm… calm…” she spoke in a low tone “Soon… soon we’ll be heading home.”
Orvin in the meanwhile padded over and watched, head cocked as if amused by the watching of his master deal with a horse. It was indeed different than dealing with the wolf cub, but that was also expected for they were two very different species. She gave a nod to the wolf, who still continued to watch before bending down and securing it. Her fingers curled around the seat, jiggling it into place, before once more tightening the cinch of the saddle. She gave a heavy sigh, and straightened herself out. Javil’s ears pricked upwards as he looked at her, his snout coming round to give her a nudge.
Camp itself was far from packed down, the fire needed to be dealt with the tent to be put down and away. Then there was the long road back to civilisation, the walk through the wilds until finally the Kabrin road would open itself before them. But before that other things needed to be tended too. Taking up the bridle, the squire then proceeded to fit it over the head of the horse, gently pulling the bit over the top once she was certain that the nose band was secured. She gave a firm nod to Orvin, before giving a confirming pat to Javil “You’re done… so let’s start getting things packed eh?”
Securing him, Fallon returned once more to the tent, hands working on breaking down the brazier into a smaller more transportable form. She knocked the ash to one side, the metal groaning as she pulled it apart, and laid it out. Once achieved she proceeded to bind it together and fitting it across the back of the saddle. Once that was achieved she begin to back everything else, placing the lantern and the oil at the front of the saddle and within easy reach, whilst the majority of other articles were put into either the saddle bags hung across the rear of Javil, or into the backpack. Testing the bow, Fallon gave the string a tug, before slotting the majority into the left saddle bag with the fletchings peaking out of the top of it. Her eyes scanned the camp once more, before she took out one of the arrows and proceeded to nock. Uncertain fingers set it into place, her shoulders turning as she placed her feet at right angles to each other. Inhaling deeply she raised it, holding the bow as straight as possible. The string was pulled back, and left pointing away from the camp, before once more lowering it.
Soon it would be time to move. Soon.
“Calm… calm…” she spoke in a low tone “Soon… soon we’ll be heading home.”
Orvin in the meanwhile padded over and watched, head cocked as if amused by the watching of his master deal with a horse. It was indeed different than dealing with the wolf cub, but that was also expected for they were two very different species. She gave a nod to the wolf, who still continued to watch before bending down and securing it. Her fingers curled around the seat, jiggling it into place, before once more tightening the cinch of the saddle. She gave a heavy sigh, and straightened herself out. Javil’s ears pricked upwards as he looked at her, his snout coming round to give her a nudge.
Camp itself was far from packed down, the fire needed to be dealt with the tent to be put down and away. Then there was the long road back to civilisation, the walk through the wilds until finally the Kabrin road would open itself before them. But before that other things needed to be tended too. Taking up the bridle, the squire then proceeded to fit it over the head of the horse, gently pulling the bit over the top once she was certain that the nose band was secured. She gave a firm nod to Orvin, before giving a confirming pat to Javil “You’re done… so let’s start getting things packed eh?”
Securing him, Fallon returned once more to the tent, hands working on breaking down the brazier into a smaller more transportable form. She knocked the ash to one side, the metal groaning as she pulled it apart, and laid it out. Once achieved she proceeded to bind it together and fitting it across the back of the saddle. Once that was achieved she begin to back everything else, placing the lantern and the oil at the front of the saddle and within easy reach, whilst the majority of other articles were put into either the saddle bags hung across the rear of Javil, or into the backpack. Testing the bow, Fallon gave the string a tug, before slotting the majority into the left saddle bag with the fletchings peaking out of the top of it. Her eyes scanned the camp once more, before she took out one of the arrows and proceeded to nock. Uncertain fingers set it into place, her shoulders turning as she placed her feet at right angles to each other. Inhaling deeply she raised it, holding the bow as straight as possible. The string was pulled back, and left pointing away from the camp, before once more lowering it.
Soon it would be time to move. Soon.
This thread warms my heart.
