Summer of 516 AV, 47th Day
Windmount Stables
8th Bell
Though there wasn't much need for packing, she was still mindful of everything going into her bags. The clothes she was taking were already on her person - she was far too poor for countless options, though it would be nice. With so little coming along, Ellen could claim one side of the saddlebags for herself and leave the other for the rest of her mare's things.
She neatly rolled her toiletries in a scrap of linen and laid them in the very bottom of the compartment. On top of that, several days of preserved rations; a simple mixture of dry meat, fruits, and nuts. Ellen knew they were going to be offering food to the volunteers, but it didn't feel right to not bring any of her own, just in case.
It was everything she was bringing for herself aside from a waterskin, but the bag wasn't even half full. On the other side she stowed away her mare's halter and lead. As she fastened the saddlebags behind the cantle of the saddle she had to laugh at how light it was. Lady wasn't going to notice it back there.
The Main Gates
30 chimes later
There was a crowd gathered by the city's portcullis surrounding a trio of wagons. Several knights and squires shouted instructions and workers bustled about. Some of the people were on horseback, others were waiting to climb into the back of wagons to ride to the Outpost. There were tools, materials, and even donations being loaded in the lead cart. Everything moved with quick efficiency, and by the time Ellen led Lady up toward the rear of the group, they were ready to make way.
"Get the last of that stacked and let's move!" The knight in charge sat atop a massive gray Tiaden. Flanking the volunteers on either side, his peers all looked quite fierce mounted on their own warhorses and donned in armor. What with rumors of increased marauder active outside the walls, they weren't taking any risks, and that was fine with her.
Though Ellen intended on assisting with reconstruction of buildings, her main intent was to administer care to any injured livestock. As last call rang out, she climbed into the saddle and adjusted the slack in her reins, holding Lady back as the wagons lurched and began to roll through the gates. Workers bobbed in the back as they rumbled out to the road, and a few others walked or rode along behind and beside.
With a soft squeeze from the redhead's heels, her mare stepped out to follow. It would be a long ride, but the day was already turning out to be beautiful and moods were high. She stroked her horse's mane absently, dropping the reins when they were on the other side the wall to braid a few thick locks of her dark hair.
Windmount Stables
8th Bell
Though there wasn't much need for packing, she was still mindful of everything going into her bags. The clothes she was taking were already on her person - she was far too poor for countless options, though it would be nice. With so little coming along, Ellen could claim one side of the saddlebags for herself and leave the other for the rest of her mare's things.
She neatly rolled her toiletries in a scrap of linen and laid them in the very bottom of the compartment. On top of that, several days of preserved rations; a simple mixture of dry meat, fruits, and nuts. Ellen knew they were going to be offering food to the volunteers, but it didn't feel right to not bring any of her own, just in case.
It was everything she was bringing for herself aside from a waterskin, but the bag wasn't even half full. On the other side she stowed away her mare's halter and lead. As she fastened the saddlebags behind the cantle of the saddle she had to laugh at how light it was. Lady wasn't going to notice it back there.
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The Main Gates
30 chimes later
There was a crowd gathered by the city's portcullis surrounding a trio of wagons. Several knights and squires shouted instructions and workers bustled about. Some of the people were on horseback, others were waiting to climb into the back of wagons to ride to the Outpost. There were tools, materials, and even donations being loaded in the lead cart. Everything moved with quick efficiency, and by the time Ellen led Lady up toward the rear of the group, they were ready to make way.
"Get the last of that stacked and let's move!" The knight in charge sat atop a massive gray Tiaden. Flanking the volunteers on either side, his peers all looked quite fierce mounted on their own warhorses and donned in armor. What with rumors of increased marauder active outside the walls, they weren't taking any risks, and that was fine with her.
Though Ellen intended on assisting with reconstruction of buildings, her main intent was to administer care to any injured livestock. As last call rang out, she climbed into the saddle and adjusted the slack in her reins, holding Lady back as the wagons lurched and began to roll through the gates. Workers bobbed in the back as they rumbled out to the road, and a few others walked or rode along behind and beside.
With a soft squeeze from the redhead's heels, her mare stepped out to follow. It would be a long ride, but the day was already turning out to be beautiful and moods were high. She stroked her horse's mane absently, dropping the reins when they were on the other side the wall to braid a few thick locks of her dark hair.
