Spring 6th, 516 AV, 10th bell.
Horses, lovely creatures that they are. Their long faces, illusturous hair and their aw-inspiring ability to run with the wind behind them and be observed with as much majesty as Syna’s Sun. Horses were one of the few things that could raise Reisen’s mood to the point of relaxation. Which is why he had this sort of silly grin on his face as he stood in the stall of one such horse, brushing it contentedly and running his hand through its mane gently.
This particular breed of horse was a Gilding, a palomino horse with a an illustrious mane. They were useful horses, all horses were useful really, but this breed was made for the likes of travelers such as him. If he’d owned a horse this would be the breed he’d choose and would perhaps be his closest friend.
Gildings were playful things in general, they liked playing tricks and messing with people. He overheard once it was those with oddball personalities that would take such mischievous creatures, but Reisen thought that was wrong; rather he believed it was those who liked a bit of life and personality in their journeys who would take such horses and Gildings provided that with levity.
“Enjoying your work then, Reisen?” came the voice and Reisen turned to find that it was the voice of his employer, Collin Askara. The man, as his surename implied, was of the Askara Dynasty who were of the 12 Dynasties that lead Kenash. From he’d been told about the Askara was they they were a family of eccentrics, something about them having weird traditions and manners.
Collin, however, was perhaps the odd one out of the entire family. Being that unlike his families eccentric tastes and mannerisms, he was a cheerful man who dressed practically and loved working with his horses. In fact the man was so nice and normal that he would have fit quite well in Syliras and be considered a model citizen and be considered a long, lost, family member of the Windmounts.
Reisen nodded, allowing a small smirk on his face “Horses are good company, sir.” He said as his way of answer. Collin nodded cheerfully, happy that his new hire was assimilating quite well to his environment.
“Right, after caring for Day Star here. I need you to come meet me at stable number 30 to help me prep Wave Runner, we got a tyke in need of some learning” Reisen nodded, which was returned in acknowledgement before Collin left, leaving Reisen to silently ponder who named those horses.
‘ I’d probably run out of good names too if I owned hundreds of horse’ Which he didn’t but the point still stood.
He’d have to hasten things a bit, not that he’d have much left. He allowed himself to brush Day Star a bit more before setting aside the brush in bucket holding his work tools then walked to the hooks holding the horses reigns, tack and various other accessories. He grabbed for the foodbag and made his way out of the stall to head for the table carrying an assortment of grain bags, opening the appropriate one up to fill the foodbag with the appropriate grains for Day Star’s diet then proceeded back to fit Day Star's muzzle into the bag and then connect its straps behind the horse's ears and allow it to hang on it's neck.
'That should tide you over, yeah?' He thought gently ruffling the horses mane before heading to where his boss awaited him.