Closed Foraging and New Friends (Amunet)

[Jasmine Stormblood]

2nd of Winter, 515 A.V.

Jasmine smiles as she rides across the plains on Chaser's back happy to feel the cool breeze of the morning.

"This feels awesome don't it big boy?" She said with a smile looking at him as he raced forward.

Jasmine pulled on his mane gently as he slowed to a stop. The wind blew across the plains as the young girl looked out at the world around her watching for any glassbeaks.

"Nothing dangerous looks like nothing was able to keep up with you," Jasmine said with a smile looking down at the stallion as he seemed to almost puff out his chest.

"Yeah yeah come on let's get back and get your hooves cleaned up," Jasmine said with a laugh and clicked her tongue heading back towards the encampment of pavilions that she had called home for most of her life.

Jasmine looked around her and wondered what it would be like to move to a new place that had structures that never moved. Some came through the pavilions and traded with others in the pavilions. Jasmine often went to what served as a tavern and listened to all the stories that the travelers told when they passed through. Jasmine often found herself day dreaming of having the adventures herself. She looked up when the encampment came into view, sighing gently she dismounted and slipped into the guided horse to get the bag she had left the day before on accident excited for the seasonal change. After grabbing the bag she walked beside Chaser as he snorted following ready to have the rocks out of his hooves so that he could walk without pain in his feet.

"I know big boy give me a minute to make sure we won't be in anyone's way," Jasmine said with a soft smile looking back at the stallion rubbing his muzzle gently looking back ahead of her once more.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Amunet]

With all the fall rain and it getting colder, the red headed healer wanted to get Shetanae’s hooves checked out by the farrier in the Guided Horse. It looked like she wasn’t the only one. She came riding up with her tall sixteen hand mare. The girl slid her leg up over the back and off with a bit of a jump. The girl patted her neck briefly as she stood in line next to a girl who was tending a stallion. Amunet would wait as she didn’t have a whole lot planned today. She was still getting her camp settled and had winter stores in her mind.

She was dressed for the intermittent snow that dusted the grounds these days. The medium wool shirt she had on swallowed her small frame up a bit but the cowl on her neck made up for it as it was drawn up on her head. The girl sported gloves cut at the fingers so she could feel when needed. There was this layered thing she had going on. Still utilitarian, but she was warm. It didn’t make a fashions statement, but she didn’t really care. The hands lifted the cowl off of her head to reveal a mane full of red hair. Her smile was ready and freely given. “Hi.” She waved at the blond with the stallion. There was little reason to not be amicable while waiting in line. Amunet was eighteen years old with fire and life spilling from those sky blue eyes.

[Jasmine Stormblood]

"Hey sorry am I in your way?" Jasmine asked with a smile raising up to look at the other young girl as Chaser tests out each of his hooves and snorts some as there are still a few rocks in his back right hoof.

"I know give me a minute big boy," Jasmine said with a smile patting his back gently.

The young girl waited for the other's response as she picks up his hoof and gets the pick out of the bag dislodging more of the rocks in his hooves.

"Okay big boy that should feel much much better," She said with a smile.

Jasmine looked over to the young girl with firey red hair and bright blues before noticing how uncomfortable her horse appeared to be while the pair stood there.

"Would you like me to clean out her hooves?" She asked with a smile looking at the mare and walking over petting her muzzle.

"Got some rocks in your hooves big girl?" She asked with a bright smile to the mare showing that she meant her no harm as her quiver and bow were over against the post of the tent.

Jasmine laughs gently as the mare nipped at her head gently. Jasmine is a 23 year old woman who has beautiful blond hair that lightened up over the summer season with all the sun being out all day long. Chaser snort and puffed out his chest trying to show off to the mare of the other two legged creature. Jasmine laughs seeing him as she has a very gentle bell like laugh.

"Chaser behave," Jasmine said with smile looking over at the crazy stallion.

"With the way he is behaving I will have to try and stud him out next year," Jasmine said and shook her head before picking up the mare's front left hoof and beginning to clean out the rocks while humming gently.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Amunet]

Shetanae was a large dark dun mare. In the summer she lightened to have a bit of red in the dark coat but in the winter she looked ashier. It was in a stark contrast to the redheaded little rider. Amunet tilted her head up slightly and returned the smile. “No, you’re not in the way. Just need someone to look at her feet. With all the wet ground we been going through and make sure her feet are pretty good.

Shetenae was a 10 year old mare who didn’t suffer fool antics by stallions in the least. She also wasn’t immune either. The mare turned her head away in feigned disinterest. Amunet couldn’t resist a soft chuckle. “oh come on, he does strike a handsome stallion. Come on.” She couldn’t resist teasing the mare. The mare just flicked her ears back and flicked her tail.

The blonde who had spoken to her asked if she could pick her horses hooves. “I thought I picked out what I could. I may have missed something. I mean only if you have the time. “ Her nature leant to understand she was well versed in tending to horses as Shetenae accepted her touch and allowed her to lift her hooves. “She doesn’t do that for everyone. “ in fact, the mare was known to be a bit picky about who picks her feet up.

“The farrier at the Guided horse said that as big as Shetenae is that she had a good pivot turn and reaction time. Probably should look for a good match in confirmation or her. “ The young blonde horse woman was delightfully ingratiating as Amunet couldn’t help but smile with the humming she was doing.

“I am Amunet from the River Flower. Thank you for your kindness. “ The woman was busily getting the unseen rocks she missed out of the hooves.

[Jasmine Stormblood]

"You are very welcome. My name is Jasmine and I work here at the Guided Horse," Jasmine said and put down Shetenae's hoof going to her bag and grabbing a rag. She picked up the mare's hoof once more and gripped each end of the rag tightly before beginning to buff as much mud as she could off the hooves. She smiles finally able to see the bottom of the hoof and the hoof itself. "Her hoof is good and clean no need to file down right now," She said and moved to the next hoof doing the exact same once more as she pulled out more rocks and mud so she could properly see the hoof. Jasmine smiles and gives the mare a sugar block before picking up the first of her two rear hooves and used her rag first cleaning it off which made the rock removal much much easier. Once finished with that hoof she moved to the other and finished it as well. "There all clean big girl," She said with a smile looking at the mare and pats her side before putting her equipment up. "What's it like to work over at the River Flower?" Jasmine asked looking at the woman once more with a smile.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Amunet]

“OH!” The blond girl just picked her horses hooves rather nicely. She made it look easy. “Thank you very much. How much do I owe you?” Amunet asked as a service shouldn’t go unpaid and the girl paid her way without reservation.

Shetanae ears went forward and was standing much better. Her eyes brightened up and with a small nicker looked out towards the exit. “Yeah I know.” The red head patted the dark dun mare’s neck. Jasmine asked what it was like working at the River Flower. That was a loaded question. At that moment many things flooded her mind of all the myriad of details it took for the Medical Tent to run on a daily basis.

“Well, its never dull and there is always something to do. We get everything from skinned knees to deep wounds to birthing babies, setting bones and dealing with the sick. This is the season where there is a lot of coughs and colds, lung issues. I was going to head out into the Sea of grass see if there is any late herbs I can harvest. “ The red head found herself smiling at the girl who seemed to have a ready smile and sunny disposition. It was infectious.

[Jasmine Stormblood]

"Hm," Jasmine thinks trying to decide on a good and fair price.

"1 gold Miza is more than enough," Jasmine said with a smile as she listened to the girl once more.

"I would love to help out down there when Im not working. Would you like me to join you while you look for more herbs?" Jasmine asking knowing that no one should be out on the plains without a partner or friend accompanying them.

Jasmine knew she wouldn't be able to help much, but she was more than willing to try her hardest in order to learn better. Jasmine smiles and pets Shetanae's muzzle gently.

"Easy big girl. We will go soon," She said with a smile as Chaser prances around trying to show off for the mare.

"Chaser behave now. She isn't paying you any mind bad boy," Jasmine said with a laugh watching him prance around like a star struck foal first meeting a filly.

Jasmine heard the young woman speaking once more; she turned her head and looked at the woman before her knowing that she would need to explain and show the young female drykas more about the herbs around the plains that she could possibly use in case of an emergency when she is out riding Chaser or out hunting with a friend that is helping her learn the bow and arrow techniques she never paid attention to as a child when her father was trying to teach her to hunt for her food.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Amunet]

The red head gladly submitted the gold miza requested and made the exchange. Her small hand patted the great big shoulder at her side as the continued to talk about what she did at the River Flower. The blonde seemed to want to go with her as she went to hunt for needed herbs. The mane of red hair inclined towards the blonde. “Sure thing, two sets of eyes are better than one out there. “

Amunet did her swing up into the back of her mare and settled behind the yvas. She waited for Jasmine to mount before turning the horse with her knee as the signals was provided. The squeeze with the left knee then the right knee, then left again to worm around the tents to get more in the open before moving at a quicker pace. At the edge of the tents were her half grown hunting cat and silkena hound who had moved to follow the canter their owner now was in. The two gold bodies flanking the dark dun as they moved more out into the open grass headed north.

She looked back to see if she could keep up or not. It wasn’t meant as an insult, but she had been known to loose people before. Her free spirited mind often moved like the sea of grass. It was mercurial and unpredictable at times. The girl smiled as she saw Chaser working to catch up not wanting to be out done. Shetanae in her unrelenting way wanted to keep her advantage over the stallion. Amunet had moved to oblige her as she leaned more forward against her withers. The mare opened up and engaged full gallop across the grass.

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[table2=#FFFFFF]Hoof cleaning | -1gm, 0sm, 0cm | 178gm, 1sm, 0cm[/table]

[Jasmine Stormblood]

Jasmine smiles and mounts up on Chaser as the girl was already ahead of her. "Looks like you have some competition, Chaser," Jasmine said with a laugh looking at him before clicking her tongue and riding after the girl. Chaser snorted and raced after the mare not one to be outdone. The young woman laughed holding on to Chaser as she had decided to ride bareback this day so that it would be easier to clean off Chaser once the duo were at home for the night. Soon Jasmine once more saw the woman and the two small golden creatures beside her, "must be a cat and dog she owns." Jasmine smiles and waves showing the two are keeping up. Jasmine laughs hard as Amunet's mare races forward trying to show Chaser up. "AH!" Jasmine shouted when Chaser raced forward. She loved to feel him racing hard against the plains to prove he was the best. "Come on big boy faster!" Jasmine said and lowered herself as he quickly began closing the gap between the other horse and rider.

The Clan is Strength.
The Clan is Life.

[Amunet]

Shetanae was a well-muscled mare. It wasn’t speed she was good at, it was stamina. The djed threads in the grass that she could slide into the mare very well knew on instinct how to move in and out of. It was as natural as breathing. The mare was flying across the ground as her long legs ate up the ground beneath her feet. The stallion had to sprint to catch up. Amunet was down low against her neck moving with the mare. The legs were bunched up as they hooked into the side a few inches behind the bunching shoulder muscles. Her body mimicking closely to how flattened out the mare’s neck was to stream the wind.

The dark dun was at a steady pace even if the stallion pushed passed, the mare’s steady pace had her arriving at the location the red head had set without being too winded. The two had been going in and out of the grass for a couple of years now. Her laughter filled the air as she slowly brought the mare up as her body came up and legs dropped down as the mare picked up the subtle signals to start slowing down. When they came to a stop the mare huffed a large snort and pranced in place for a moment before stopping. She was a little sweated but not too much. The calming hand of the healer had her easing back down from the rush of the run.

The little woman dismounted and gathered mesh bags from her yvas bag. There was gigar and ginger to be had. “There is gigar out here and ginger. Ginger is great for morning sickness and for cough syrups. Gigar is steeped in milk for colicky babies and it’s a nice seasoning for meats.” The red head started to explain what they were after. “There is a slight difference in leaf color and shape. This time of year looking for different shades of brown. Gigar the leaves are more spear shaped with a lighter beige on the underneath part of the now brown leaf. Its main stem is hollow and thicker. Ginger is elongated leaf that is not quite as stiff and the color is even. “ Trying to explain the little things of recognizing the two similar plants was hard.

She moved to one innocuous set of beige, brown, tan and mud colored grasses to another set of yellowed greens, to burnt beige and heavily veined browns jumped together in one mass of marbled earth tones. Her dog and cat started looking around. The Silkena’s head would often snap to things that would move. It took her a second to determine it was not something to chase. It was just the wind in the grass. The Hunting cat rubbed up on Amunet’s leg and sat down close to her purring lightly. She liked the run. The girl spared her a hand to scratch behind her ears briefly while looking at the impossible jumble of dead plant matter.

The crafty young lady picked up a stick to start moving and separating colors, leaf patterns and bunches of this over here and that. The girl used a stick as you do not stick your hand into something you don’t know. It might get bit. Her stick moved a particularly thick bit of foliage as it revealed the half browned gigar patch before her. It was a small patch but it was something. She took a dagger from its sheath to start cutting the thinner stems. “Thinner stems are not as tough and are gentler on the babies. You can get the thicker stems, dry them and grind them down but I’m leaving those to produce more for this patch. “ The healer continued to collect the gigar sparingly.