Flashback [Danough] At least there are Sweets!

[Alevadra Druva]

Winter 15th, 498AV Following This thread. The stables were not known for being clean, and while it didn’t particularly bother the young Druva to get dirty, she didn’t like the idea of scrubbing her nice clothes clean of the gods knew what she’d get into. She went at a light jog, getting to the squire barracks where her items had already been moved to took little to no time. She went to her bed and tugged off her nice clothing, pulling on a shabby, off-white shirt and worn suede pants. Her boots were always the same—her parents and opted not to have Ale buy new boots with the impending growth spurt of early teens. Her nice clothing was folded and tucked back into the chest before she left the barracks—again at a light jog, after all, the sooner she cleaned the paddock, the sooner she could go and enjoy her mother’s cooking! Perhaps she could even wash up with hot water rather than luke-warm! It only took Ale a few chimes to reach the stables. The young Druva had been around the powerful warhorses that the knights rode, but it had been many years. Brown eyes scanned over the paddocks, looking at the names of knights who remained in the city, looking for Ser Frent’s name to pop up. She passed her father’s paddock and Ale ventured a glance into the powerful, black stallion her father cared for. He was a well trained horse, strong and loyal to Victor. Her attention left the horse, wishing that one day she’d have a horse like her father. Ser Frent’s paddock was a ways down the row and smaller than her fathers—not that this surprised her, but it did make cleaning out the paddock a bit more confusing. Patrick had named his horse Marigold, Mari for short. It was a mare, at least nine hands tall and a great deal larger than Ale. The horse was a deep chestnut color with a pale blonde mane. She looked like she could use a good brushing and probably needed her hooves cleaned. Ser Frent surely wasn’t about to give her an easy first task. Regardless, Ale would do the job and wouldn’t complain. “Merigold,” Ale clicked her tongue, getting the large beasts attention. “Good afternoon, lovely,” She cooed the horse, who looked at her before turning back to the hay in front of her. Alright, well, clearly Mari had no interest in Ale. With a frown, the young woman looked around the stable, searching for a treat that the stubborn horse wouldn’t be able to say no to. She saw it, a little container with “sweets” written on it. Nothing worked quite like those little sweets cubes. Horses loved them. The bottle was up on a shelf out of Ale’s reach, and without much around to stand on, Ale ended up wheeling a wheelbarrow over to sit under the shelf. The young Druva clambered up onto the wheelbarrow, which rocked slightly. Ale’s eyes couldn’t see what was on the shelf anymore, damn her lack of growth spurts! Blindly, Ale felt around on the shelf until her fingers felt the cool smooth glass of the bottle.