09.Jun.22, 12:48 PM
T'ryn was busy with some list making for S'far, the twins had just been delivered to the creche and were likely napping again after a very busy morning "helping" with some leatherworking tasks while Cazan talked about all the tools she used in a silly sing song voice for their amusement, and Malvayth was lounging in the sun napping. The goldrider took the opportunity to deliver the saddle she'd finished fixing in person down to the stables, not bothering to wake up Mal from her peaceful slumber. With how quickly the twins were growing and how much they both liked to be held the saddle was more than easy enough to heft on her own. It didn't care how she held it after all, didn't even squirm and giggle or cry when thwarted!
Cazan smiled softly to herself as she made her way to the stables, giving the hands working there a casual wave before tucking the saddle into its spot in the tack room. "There, that's all done. Just let me know the next time anything else needs repairing." She was sure it would probably be the beastmaster in charge who sent her a letter rather than any stable boy, but it still seemed polite to at least acknowledge them. She paused on her way out to gently pet one of the gray mares that reminded her of Sprink, her old horse that she had to abandon when she impressed. The mare was quite used to her little visits and nonsense rambling, but she was also very used to getting a little bit of an added treat as she snuffled and nosed about Cazan's pockets.
All she had was an apple tucked away that she'd meant to have for her own breakfast before forgetting about it. She chuckled softly and pulled it out to let the horse enjoy it instead. "Here you go, better to have you eliminate the evidence than let T'ryn be disappointed in me." Caz gave the horse a fond stroke down the length of her strong stormy gray neck. It had been a while since she'd ridden a horse, and Mal was still sound asleep.
With a conspiratorial glint in her eye she turned to the nearest stable boy. "You there, can I take her out on a ride? I'm sure the horses could use some exercise..."
Cazan smiled softly to herself as she made her way to the stables, giving the hands working there a casual wave before tucking the saddle into its spot in the tack room. "There, that's all done. Just let me know the next time anything else needs repairing." She was sure it would probably be the beastmaster in charge who sent her a letter rather than any stable boy, but it still seemed polite to at least acknowledge them. She paused on her way out to gently pet one of the gray mares that reminded her of Sprink, her old horse that she had to abandon when she impressed. The mare was quite used to her little visits and nonsense rambling, but she was also very used to getting a little bit of an added treat as she snuffled and nosed about Cazan's pockets.
All she had was an apple tucked away that she'd meant to have for her own breakfast before forgetting about it. She chuckled softly and pulled it out to let the horse enjoy it instead. "Here you go, better to have you eliminate the evidence than let T'ryn be disappointed in me." Caz gave the horse a fond stroke down the length of her strong stormy gray neck. It had been a while since she'd ridden a horse, and Mal was still sound asleep.
With a conspiratorial glint in her eye she turned to the nearest stable boy. "You there, can I take her out on a ride? I'm sure the horses could use some exercise..."