Word Count: 72,046
Summary of Events:
Emil went out to the stables to visit with Yarina and discovered two men — one of whom was a Royal soldier — plotting to steal and sell the horses; with Samuil's help he got them locked up and on their way to trial in Zolotoi because he knew they wouldn't be punished in Lebed. Afterwards he and Samuil went to check on an abused stallion they'd found running loose a couple days before, with intent to clean him up a little bit . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
Emil opened the stall door, prompting the stallion to raise his head, prick his ears, and crane his neck around to look at them. His gaze was soft and calm, no signs of white sclera suggesting he was alarmed or upset by their entrance.
Taking the hard comb, Emil worked at the caked mud covering the stallion's body; he was watchful of the spot where he'd noticed rawness and wounds from the aggressive spurs of his master and did his best to be light and gentle over that spot, although the stallion still stood up straight and bent around, showing signs of annoyance and displeasure that indicated he felt pain, so Emil didn't dwell there too long.
He worked the mud out of the stallion's coat on his side before passing the comb to Samuil and getting to work with the stiff brush, sweeping away all the dirt he'd now loosened to reveal the stallion's original deep brown colour, again with a light touch over the wounded area, although not tarrying long.
Once that was done Emil went over the stallion with the soft brush and left the stallion shining clean everywhere except where the aggressive spur wounds marred his sides.
Emil then moved on to clean the mud from the fight out of the stallion's hooves and check their soundness.
They were rather sturdy hooves and looked disease-free from what Emil could tell in the low light, but they were on the long side and ought to be trimmed soon.
Emil then began brushing the stallion's mane, which took a lot of effort, as it didn't seem that the stallion's mane had been brushed out in a long time. Samuil finished his side of the horse plus a light brushing out of the tail while Emil worked on the mane.
"He has a pretty good temperament," Samuil said. "I think that if he doesn't have a different owner he might be well worth keeping."
"Do you think we could wash and salve his sides?" Emil asked.
"We should," Samuil replied.
"But I agree that he has a good temperament, especially for a stallion," Emil said. "I think he would make an excellent addition to the stallions back home, and if Matushka says we have too many horses there then I'll send him to Loshad."
"Has she said you have too many horses before?" Samuil asked.
"No," Emil replied. "But she's been subtly suggesting that we're getting close to having more horses than we need considering that we're not really wanting or trying to breed and sell horses for a profit, we're just trying to keep our numbers level."
"With his temperament established," Samuil said. "Do you think you'd consider letting him have his way with Yarina here just to see what you get?"
"I don't know," Emil replied. "I wasn't really planning on having Yarina have a colt next year. But then again, it probably wouldn't take at this time of year, we'd probably want to wait until spring."
Pronunciation:
Loshad: lohshahd
Excerpt of the Day:
Emil opened the stall door, prompting the stallion to raise his head, prick his ears, and crane his neck around to look at them. His gaze was soft and calm, no signs of white sclera suggesting he was alarmed or upset by their entrance.
Taking the hard comb, Emil worked at the caked mud covering the stallion's body; he was watchful of the spot where he'd noticed rawness and wounds from the aggressive spurs of his master and did his best to be light and gentle over that spot, although the stallion still stood up straight and bent around, showing signs of annoyance and displeasure that indicated he felt pain, so Emil didn't dwell there too long.
He worked the mud out of the stallion's coat on his side before passing the comb to Samuil and getting to work with the stiff brush, sweeping away all the dirt he'd now loosened to reveal the stallion's original deep brown colour, again with a light touch over the wounded area, although not tarrying long.
Once that was done Emil went over the stallion with the soft brush and left the stallion shining clean everywhere except where the aggressive spur wounds marred his sides.
Emil then moved on to clean the mud from the fight out of the stallion's hooves and check their soundness.
They were rather sturdy hooves and looked disease-free from what Emil could tell in the low light, but they were on the long side and ought to be trimmed soon.
Emil then began brushing the stallion's mane, which took a lot of effort, as it didn't seem that the stallion's mane had been brushed out in a long time. Samuil finished his side of the horse plus a light brushing out of the tail while Emil worked on the mane.
"He has a pretty good temperament," Samuil said. "I think that if he doesn't have a different owner he might be well worth keeping."
"Do you think we could wash and salve his sides?" Emil asked.
"We should," Samuil replied.
"But I agree that he has a good temperament, especially for a stallion," Emil said. "I think he would make an excellent addition to the stallions back home, and if Matushka says we have too many horses there then I'll send him to Loshad."
"Has she said you have too many horses before?" Samuil asked.
"No," Emil replied. "But she's been subtly suggesting that we're getting close to having more horses than we need considering that we're not really wanting or trying to breed and sell horses for a profit, we're just trying to keep our numbers level."
"With his temperament established," Samuil said. "Do you think you'd consider letting him have his way with Yarina here just to see what you get?"
"I don't know," Emil replied. "I wasn't really planning on having Yarina have a colt next year. But then again, it probably wouldn't take at this time of year, we'd probably want to wait until spring."
Pronunciation:
Loshad: lohshahd
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