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Folwren · 09-03-2006, 12:39 PM

Javan thankfully chose the second option and hurried forward to his horse. His hands flew as they undid the girth and pulled the saddle off. He followed as Lèof led the way to the place where saddles were kept and they put them up. Lèof handed him a cloth and brush from a bag hanging on the wall and they went back out to rub the horses down.

“So. . .” Lèof said once again as they began their work. “Do you have any siblings other than Medreth and Thornden?”

“Oh, yes!” Javan said, looking up briefly. “I have two more sisters and another brother. Thornden and Medreth are the two oldest. Medreth’s married and has a son now, you know. They say I’m an uncle, but it seems rather odd. I’m not very old yet.” Javan gnawed on his lip as he rubbed the sweaty back of his horse where the saddle had been. His hands moved more and more slowly and his eyes looked around the stable slowly. He craned his neck about as far as it would go in attempt to see a horse in one of the stalls.

“Do you work in here all day? With the horses?” he asked, turning again towards Lèof.

“Pretty much,” Lèof replied, glancing up slightly as he continued steadily. Javan hurried to go on with the rag, but he couldn’t help saying –

“That must be fun. And you must be awfully skilled with horses.”

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09-03-2006, 12:39 PM	#11
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Javan thankfully chose the second option and hurried forward to his horse. His hands flew as they undid the girth and pulled the saddle off. He followed as Lèof led the way to the place where saddles were kept and they put them up. Lèof handed him a cloth and brush from a bag hanging on the wall and they went back out to rub the horses down. “So. . .” Lèof said once again as they began their work. “Do you have any siblings other than Medreth and Thornden?” “Oh, yes!” Javan said, looking up briefly. “I have two more sisters and another brother. Thornden and Medreth are the two oldest. Medreth’s married and has a son now, you know. They say I’m an uncle, but it seems rather odd. I’m not very old yet.” Javan gnawed on his lip as he rubbed the sweaty back of his horse where the saddle had been. His hands moved more and more slowly and his eyes looked around the stable slowly. He craned his neck about as far as it would go in attempt to see a horse in one of the stalls. “Do you work in here all day? With the horses?” he asked, turning again towards Lèof. “Pretty much,” Lèof replied, glancing up slightly as he continued steadily. Javan hurried to go on with the rag, but he couldn’t help saying – “That must be fun. And you must be awfully skilled with horses.”