Summer, the 50th, 516 AV Blood in the Straw Solemn was shoveling shit out of a horse’s stall. It was his job, and he was immensely grateful for it. But there was nothing glamorous about it. It was late in the evening, or what would have been evening had Syna decided not to abandon Avanthal in the summer, and there was still an insufferable amount of work to do and few stable hands to do it. Many were already out for the day, and Sol’s one remaining coworker, Gelcer, was about to head out. If he was to be believed, Gelcer had scored a date with a particularly gorgeous young Winterflame he had had his eye on for quite some time now. Gelcer would be headed out early to clean up. Something about animal feces not being a good scent for a date. Solemn had no issue with the Frostfawn leaving early, especially for the reason he was. Eyeing the shavings on the floor of the stall, Solemn searched for spots with excrement, all the while keeping the horse in the corner of his sight. Horses, he knew, were powerful creatures, and if it struck their fancy (which he had seen it do), they could become quickly dangerous. He had left his wheelbarrow in the space left by the open stall door. There had been an incident early in Sol’s career at the stables where he had failed to secure a door and the rest of the day had been spent trying to catch the horse. A more experienced groom had shown him the trick with the wheelbarrow the next day. Seeing a wet spot in the shavings, Solemn scooped it up with his shovel and placed it in the wheelbarrow. The mare in the stall wandered over to him slowly and nuzzled his shoulder for a moment, nickering when Sol didn’t respond as she wanted him to. Moving slowly, Solemn reached up and gently stroked her neck, breathing in the gentle, earthy scent every horse seemed to have. Gelcer dropped by. “I’m headed out now, Solomon. I need to leave if I’m gonna smell like anything but horse and poop.” “Enjoy.” “I will. Oh, hey. I didn’t manage to make it through the last row of kennels. There are still a few at the far end that need to be checked out.” Solemn nodded. He didn’t mind looking after the dogs. He actually preferred them over the horses, making him the rarer commodity in the Stables. “I’ve got it covered.” “Thanks.” Gelcer turned and started for the front of the Stables. “Stories,” Solemn shouted after him. Gelcer threw a smile over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m gonna come back with the best ones yet.” The grooms had a morning custom of bragging about their various exploits from the evening before, and usually that bragging culminated in tales of romantic daring. It was a longstanding competition between the young Vantha men and women as to who could tell the best tale from the night before. So far, the women had always been better at it than the men. The mare next to him nickered again, a little more loudly this time. Nudging him with her head, she knocked him off balance, and Solemn stumbled back a few feet before he regained his footing. He glared at her. “You’re a brat. You know that?” She nickered again, ignoring his chiding. He knew what she was waiting for. Solemn always managed to snag some fresh produce from shipments that came into the docks, and today, he had managed to pick up some apples. The animals knew he was one for giving treats freely and had now actually come to expect it from him. He reached into his pocket where he had two apples left hidden. Holding one out in his flat palm, he whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t let anyone know.” She took the apple, and Solemn took his leave. Moving down the row of stalls, he cleaned each one and made sure the horses had been fed for the night. Double checking the latches on all the stalls he had cleaned, he returned to his wheelbarrow and pushed it down the wide center aisle of the Stables. As he did, he listened to the soft sounds the various animals made. Mostly it was the whinnying of horses, but interspersed with these were the occasional bleating of sheep and goats and the deep, soft lowing of cattle. Turning down a side aisle, Solemn decided to pass the dogs on his way to dump his wheelbarrow. He knew all the dogs had been fed previously, so all he had to do was make sure everyone was alright before he bedded down for the night. It took several chimes to get to where the dogs were housed. It was best to keep them separate from the prey animals. Barking tended to spook the horses. He called the dogs by name; he knew most of them. He had helped train a few. Most of the dogs were sled dogs. Halfway down the last aisle, he looked into a stall and swore. The straw beneath the dozen dogs was spattered with blood. His long day was about to get longer. |