Post by argathon on Mar 15, 2008 9:56:36 GMT -5
It was early morning and the morning mist still settled on the objects around, making wet dew. Damin loved this time of day, everything was quite and still, hardly anyone around to bother him. He still did not fit in, and it still turned his stomach of why they thought Damin was below them. It was not his fault he was an orphan, it was their fault, and soon he would be strong enough to make his presence known, and to achieve the recognition he deserved.
He was the first to arrive at the stables, he had a key so he let himself in. His boots and bottoms of his pant legs were soaked with the dew on the grass. He slowly closed the stable doors, so he did not wake the young ones still sleeping. He lit a nearby lantern, grabbed his brushes and other tools he needed to tend to the horses.
First he cleaned out the stables, most important in his mind. He then filled the hay traufs, dumped the old water and replaced it with fresh, clean water from the well. He then took the brushes to straighten the horses' fur, and clearing off any ticks. He saved his favourite for last, of course.
At the far end of the stable stood Skye. Her ebony eyes following Damin as he walked infront of her stable. She stretched out a bit and tossed her head in welcome. Damin let his rough hands gently smoothing out her mane before setting to work. He made sure the brush went though the thin fur on her body, cleaned her hooves and rubbed out her joints. She then nestled down on the ground where Damin set beside her, stroking her side. He pulled out a small sac that giggled with shillings from his workings around the palace.
"See this, old girl?" Said Damin. "This is enough to pay for you, briddle and saddle. Then I can get you proper exercise and take you out of this wretched place. All I need to do is wait for some member of the royal family to come here so we can be free."
He was the first to arrive at the stables, he had a key so he let himself in. His boots and bottoms of his pant legs were soaked with the dew on the grass. He slowly closed the stable doors, so he did not wake the young ones still sleeping. He lit a nearby lantern, grabbed his brushes and other tools he needed to tend to the horses.
First he cleaned out the stables, most important in his mind. He then filled the hay traufs, dumped the old water and replaced it with fresh, clean water from the well. He then took the brushes to straighten the horses' fur, and clearing off any ticks. He saved his favourite for last, of course.
At the far end of the stable stood Skye. Her ebony eyes following Damin as he walked infront of her stable. She stretched out a bit and tossed her head in welcome. Damin let his rough hands gently smoothing out her mane before setting to work. He made sure the brush went though the thin fur on her body, cleaned her hooves and rubbed out her joints. She then nestled down on the ground where Damin set beside her, stroking her side. He pulled out a small sac that giggled with shillings from his workings around the palace.
"See this, old girl?" Said Damin. "This is enough to pay for you, briddle and saddle. Then I can get you proper exercise and take you out of this wretched place. All I need to do is wait for some member of the royal family to come here so we can be free."
