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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 8:37:19 GMT -6
Something in Clair's words tipped Emily off to one key fact. She was someone important and if she had recognized her she may not have been surprised. Staring at the back of Clair's head Emily struggled harder wracking her brain to figure out this woman's identity. Was she merely overthinking?
"You lost your lance?" It was an odd thing to loose, or at least in the manner she did. Emily had a lance, true, but she carried it, never had she thought it was even possible to carry it on her person like she would a sword. "Well. Now that you mention it, I do vaguely remember something falling when you jumped. Or was it after?" She was not sure. She sighed, "I'm terribly sorry, I was too fixated on you and Abel to commit it to memory." If she was being completely honest she had her doubts she had seen anything at all and was just confusing her memories out of a desire to be helpful.
With a description of the lance Emily began to search as well. "I am afraid I do not see it." The entire area that would have the weapon was clear of it. Either Abel had knocked it clear across the market from the air, or the far more likely reality, someone stole it in the chaos.
Emily assumed it was the latter and felt that Clair suspected as much now as well. "It was a crowded area, I am certain someone may have picked it up." Perhaps it was time to put her inquisitorial duties to work, though, did this really count as a proper duty? "One of two things, someone got it and made off to sell it, or they took it someplace safe in hopes you would not find them. I cannot imagine they would want to use it for themselves, something so ornate would make them a target."
She looked at Abel, "I am sorry, I may need to find a place for Abel while we search. If we end up crawling around I could never keep a proper eye on him." Abel snorted indignantly.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 3, 2016 13:14:57 GMT -6
It didn't turn up as quickly she'd wanted. A lance like that ought to have been easy to find, but it wasn't appearing, and Clair's expression grew disappointed and grim as it failed to be found. She could feel panic trying to eat away at her mind. That lance was far to valuable to just misplace. Her face flushed red in a combination of anger and embarrassment at the disaster. Stormlight had been taken. That was the only explanation she would accept for not finding it. And it had been taken carefully. She knew of the weapon's love of bursts of violence. Magic weapons were unusual, bearing quirks and sets of something close to feelings. She had taken a long time to grow accustomed to the Thunder Lance and its violent and explosive impulses, but once she had worked with it enough it had become like an extension of her. She seemed always able to feel it's boiling potential for power in her mind. The fact that she still carried that sense helped her keep from giving up.
Her eyes drifted over to the girl she'd helped, and suspicions whispered to her. If Emily had been part of a grand plan to steal Stormlight though,... it had been a wildly unlikely gamble. That seemed farfetched, even to one who circumstances forced to be suspicious.
"No, you're right." She responded back to Emily as the girl came up to her. "Able will be safe in the stables with the rest of our mounts. And I need to let the rest of the Mistral's know. We won't be leaving until I've recovered Stormlight, and if I know that weapon, it won't be long before it makes itself known."
They started heading back to the inn. The Trader's Diner, it was a called. It was a large enough, and fairly successful looking inn, with rooms a plenty, and stables to accommodate anything from a pack pony to a wyvern. She walked inside, and saw Corona nose his way up to the stall where he was staying, and poke his head out. He was a monster, rivaling even the Bern's massive chargers in size. His wings carried enough power to blow people down, which she'd used to great effect in plenty of battles before. She reached over and rubbed his nose gently as he looked out at her. Several other of her knights' winged horses could be seen further down the row, in stables meant for their type. Corona was big enough to need a wyvern stable or be cramped though.
"We should get Able settled with the rest.... half wild creature..." Clair groused under her breath as she went down to find the fork, a water bucket, and the feed scoops. She was doing a good job of holding in her frustration and the urgency that Stormlight's loss had inflicted on her, but it slipped out a little bit. Her movements were a bit rigid and jerky, and she knew she was focusing too hard on whatever tasks were in front of her. She tried to take a breath and let it out slowly. Hopefully, it would relax her a little.
"How long have you had him?" Clair asked, slightly more conversationally. No sense staying worked up now. She'd only just reassigned her whole band to staying here for the time being.... It would bear fruit and she would find it again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 17:09:16 GMT -6
The young self named inquisitor was in awe of the mighty pegasus before her; Corona was absolutely massive. If Abel was a rare specimen for the sake of his color, this one was an alpha male by nature, a beautiful beast indeed. Clair tended to the large one and Emily felt a fluttering in her chest, truly this was a blessing to have met Clair. Such an extraordinary chance, glory to the gods she whispered.
Emily could see the tension in Clair as she worked. Her missing lance must be what was troubling her she suspected. She was far more lively before it disappeared. Emily's fist clenched softly and opened again, how useless she felt. This woman helped her and she remained incapable of returning the favor to her. It was frustrating to be so useless. She exhaled softly refusing to sigh in proper.
Abel relented and allowed himself to be led to a stall without a fight. It was quite a relief actually. Abel saw the other pegasi that had given themselves over to the two legged dogs so freely, how sad really. The large one though... how, no, why would it give itself to a human? It was far better than that. This Corona intrigued the young pegasus.
"How long have I had him? W-well... About a week I think? Yes, a week to the day actually." The girl smiled at Abel and at Clair. Realizing she was standing around like a lemon she grabbed a pitchfork and looked to Clair, "Umm, so... what do I do to help with this?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 9, 2016 10:23:28 GMT -6
Clair turned around an gave a look that showed a little surprise. A week? That time sounded about right for how she handled her pegasus, but storms she was fresh. Fresher than fresh! What was she even doing out here? It brought to mind her former questions about what Emily was doing out here, and how she'd even made it out this far in the first place. Soon. She promised herself. There would be time to ask later, but first... Oh wow. Never handled a fork before?
"The fork? Used for moving hay for your pegasus to eat, and straw for the bedding. You know the difference between those, right?" The stalls were already cleaned out and bare of bedding. That had been one of the things that they'd set to doing on arriving. Most of the stalls hadn't been cleaned out as often as they could have been before the Mistral Knights had picked it to stay in, but none of them wanted to house their noble steeds in a barn filled with old refuse and waste.
"Take that barrow over there," Clair pointed to a small wheeled cart in the corner down the aisle. "And go fill it up with straw." She pointed to a golden sticky pile of dried grasses in one of the stalls further down the aisle." Get a fair bit of it. It's to cover the bottom of Able's stall." Clair would just have to act as though Emily was completely new to caring for a pegasus until proven otherwise or effectively taught. In the meantime, she walked over and took a look inside Corona's stall, checking on how he was doing. He could use a little more water, and she might as well clean out what she could. By and large he was doing fine though.
Corona took a passing interest in the black pegasus that was brought in, but let that go after a moment. He was just going to go to one of the other stalls, and Corona would have plenty of time to look at him. Instead he nosed up to the entrance as Clair came to check in with him. He looked her over. Something was a little stressed about her, but it wasn't anything present.... He stretched his wings in the enclosure. It may smell of sky lizards, but at least he had plenty of room in here. He presented his head to his two legs for her to rub, as he turned one eye back onto the black one. How peculiar. He was still in his youth. Barely more than a colt, and he clearly hadn't found his Two Legs yet, though the little one leading him seemed to act like she was his.... Resistance was written all over the black colored pegasus as he want, and Corona chortled to himself as he munched on a mouthful of hay. Good stuff out here one the plains, as far as the hay went. They should come this way more often.
Get into an argument with a two legs? Keep it up, Young One. Maybe one day you'll earn yourself some good sense. Corona turned away a little, his body language and movements conveying his meaning in a sarcastic tone. His shoulder rubbed the front of the stall a little as he moved, and it groaned under the strain. He was almost dismissive, but seeing how the black wing was acting out brought to mind old old memories. Before he'd even met Clair, of working with her mother. Clair's mother had been a wonderful two legs, who had known exactly how to teach him, and had SUGAR! Clair still brought him sugar from time to time.... He wished she remembered it more often though....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 16:19:17 GMT -6
It was strange, Emily was no stranger to the tools or the activities done to tend to the beasts but she had simply never done them. What looked like a simple task made her doubtful and soon she was being led in order to do it right. The difference in the hay was quite evident even on sight. "Got it!" Emily followed every instruction without fail and without the slightest hesitation or annoyance. She did not know it all and was willing to concede on this.
The work felt awkward and strangely difficult to her. She favored her right arm for the work as well. "So, you do this everyday? Or do you have a squire?" The curiosity was upon her. She had to have a pupil right? Such a clearly talented knight must, did not they all?
Abel was in his stall but he was not ready to let the two legged dog have it easy. He would block Emily's attempts to set the bedding, or nip at her hands in an attempt to scare her. Was it petty? Perhaps, but he did not care, it was far too fun to see the two legged dog get upset. In the midst of his games he heard the large pegasus mock him. Get in a fight with a two legs?
'Ha! There is no fight with them, merely a game to play. It lasts only as long as the dog keeps trying to keep me around. When it gives up I'll take my freedom. As for good sense' Abel felt insulted, 'What exactly are you trying to say?'
Emily looked at Abel as he snorted and chortled in Corona's direction. "Is it just me or does he not like your Pegasus?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 12, 2016 19:02:54 GMT -6
The Ilian Falcoknight heard the question. She didn't answer right away though, instead walking over to see how Able was making a game of blocking Emily's attempts to spread the bedding around. My, but he was a rambunctious one. He'd be a challenge and a prize to any trainer who could shape him up.
"I do it as often as I can. There's a school of thought among some countries that says each horse and rider ought to be treated the same way. It fits well with army discipline. It doesn't perform well in the sky though. When you're up there, you need to know how your mount is going to turn, and he needs to know how to lean so you don't tumble off." They needed to know how to think.... She'd had a few experiences falling. There was nothing that left you feeling as utterly helpless as watching the earth rushing up to crush you. Thankfully, it had been a snow drift, not rocks that she'd fallen into years ago. Since the, she'd not fallen far, and she'd normally had someone to break her fall.
"I have no squire, although all of my pegasus riders in the Mistral Knights were greenhorns just one year ago. They're still pretty green, but I wouldn't call them rookies anymore." Clair kept on watching for a moment, and then spoke up again, a little dissatisfied with how she was seeing things playing out. "If you're going to keep him right, you're going to have to learn how to play with him. Pegasi are even more needy than regular horses." The way she said this made it sound as if playing with a winged animal large enough to carry you off on its back were perfectly normal and expected.
"And don't worry about how he acts towards Corona. Corona's a big bully. He's probably earned it at some point or other." She looked back towards her fourlegged friend for a moment, the hint of a grin on her face. Then she turned back to Able and Emily.
I wouldn't have tried to say it, if I'd wanted to say it. I would have just said it. The way the pegasus seemed as he moved seemed almost smug. I was implying that if you spent some time around that two legs, it might brighten you up a little. Corona went back to chewing on his hay. It really was lush compared to what he'd had in Bern.
They really can be quite clever. You just have to play the right games with them. Trust me. I'm one of the best trainers I know!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 21:59:59 GMT -6
'YOU, train the two legged dogs?' Was this other, Corona was is, mad, or had he learned something Abel had yet to realize? His curiosity was piqued and he stopped fighting with Emily in order to learn more. Did Corona have useful knowledge or was he merely a broken and tamed one? 'Alright, so what do you do?'
Emily saw Abel begin to slack and exploited the opening to finish her job quickly, "HAH! There, now you have clean hay to work with!" She felt a small triumph before sighing in relief. "I know this is really basic stuff but wow. This is actually way more work than I had anticipated it being." She laughed sheepishly at her own words. Setting the fork aside she looked at Clair curiously.
"So... you trained all of your knights in mass then?" Wow, that must have been something. "You must be a good teacher if all of them are capable now." She wanted to learn so much more now. Could she become a squire herself? Was that too impractical to ask for? It would be a big responsibility for the both of them and it would likely hinder her own quest. For a time maybe? Just a short while?
"I would love to play with Abel but he... well he is a bit violent. Unless he warms up I think he is quite likely to take a shot at me and crush my chest cavity." Perhaps that was a bit extreme but even saying it showed she still had her fears of him. Something she would need to relieve herself of if she ever wished to be a proper rider.
Emily shifted nervously, "Um, well, uh," How should she ask the question? "If I help you find your lance... would you mind teaching me more? You are clearly very knowledgeable and I am... well, not." There, it was said, although a bit self deprecating.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 17, 2016 22:13:41 GMT -6
Didn't you SEE how she was doting on? Checking on my every need? Do you think that comes without years of work and practice?... Watch this.
Clair listened to Emily, a nostalgic smile taking root on her face. The girl might not know it, but her choice of words was making it clear to the Ilian: Emily had alot to learn.
"It is basic stuff, but not so basic if you never truly learned it." Clair spoke up, jumping in. "That's straw you were just working with. It's stemmier, and tends to be much more golden and dried out than hay. It's also won't sustain your pegasus: There's no nutrition in it." Clair tossed a thumb up at the attic overhead. "The hay is upstairs. It tends to be alot greener, and smells more fragrant. Hay is what you feed. That's why it's grown." She tried to avoid sounding smug. She really didn't feel critical. That would take too much stress and effort right now. She was just happy that Emily seemed to actually care about learning, unlike some trainees she'd seen while still a recruit.
"I don't know about being that good of a teacher." Clair frowned. She'd worked with her people some over time, but now that she thought about it, she knew that she would have wanted more from her trainer had she been in their position. She'd gotten more where she'd learned on the job. That brought on some memories tinged with sadness. A lot more....
"They had as much chance for training before I got them as I did when I was still just a trainee. And I didn't teach them alone. I have a few veterans traveling with me."
There was aloud whinny and a couple of whooshing wing beats from behind her, and Clair turned to look and see her pegasus chowing down on hay. A moment ago, she'd guessed that he'd be fine till evening, but now she was thinking that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to load him up on hay after all.
"Well, we can't have you working with Able with a shattered rib cage. He just needs to learn some respect. And you'll need to learn how to get him to respect you." Hearing her question about trading help finding the lance for training, Clair grew a little more serious. That would be dangerous. Far more dangerous than she was currently giving it credit for. And she would want to know more about someone before just taking them along with her.
"Let's talk about that more upstairs." Clair said, nodding up towards the loft. "It looks like Corona could use some more hay after all, and Able still needs some anyway." Clair headed to a rough ladder nailed to the wall a short distance away and started steadily hauling herself up the rungs of the ladder. Once to the top, she stepped off onto the beams and balanced over towards the stacks of hay "Watch your step up here." Clair gave a warning as she reached the hay. The boards thrown down between the beams usually weren't trustworthy for holding a person's weight. "Step on the beams or you might fall through." She grabbed a small stack of hay from the pile and started heading over to the point over his stall, watching her steps as she went.
"How would this work? You wish to help find my weapon in exchange for... what exactly?" Clair already had an idea of what Emily was asking in truth, but it wouldn't hurt to have her express it a little more specifically. That, and she really did wonder what whether the girl could manage an actual trade, or was just trying to get something for nothing. Could she support a trade with her own talents?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 12:54:19 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry for how long I was gone. But here it is.
"How would it work?" Emily echoed the question to herself as she thought on the matter. It would work just as she said? "Well, I have a little investigative skills. It's something I am still developing but it has helped me out in the past." Emily grinned proud of something but how could Clair know what?
"I do not know much when it comes to pegasi and I am not very talented with a weapon. I have a spear but the balance threatens to throw me when I use it and my sword is broken, I keep it as it is part of the set." Realizing that Clair would not know what the set was she added, "It belongs with my armor you see."
"If I can find your lance for you I would like you to teach me what you know. Like a... well, as your squire!" Emily bowed her head with her arms folded in front of her. "I've jumped into a world of combat and arms before I was ready. If I could learn from someone like you I could survive and do good things for the world, I'm sure of it." The temptation to brown nose Clair was there but Emily suspected she would not be the type to fall for excessive praise, and just the same she did not want to be seen as just some fanatic but rather a student worthy of teaching.
Emily began to work to give Able the proper hay and feed this time. Able looked to Corona as Clair gave an abundance of food. He approved of this manipulation. "I never knew."
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