My Savings for a Horse (February 3010) - [Braeldia]
May 14, 2018 8:38:31 GMT -5
Post by Alodia on May 14, 2018 8:38:31 GMT -5
It had taken much deliberation on what to do; Sibley, the family mare that had lovingly served Alodia and her father for near sixteen years, seemed suddenly to be unable to bear the strain of the trips to and from Edoras. Her steps were heavier, slower, and the young woman could see the way the horse’s temperament brightened whenever she was free of the yoke and bridle.
She was getting older, needed to be let to rest amongst her fields to graze easy as she saw fit. And yet, the family was unsure how they were going to be able to replace her. Horses, even in Rohan—or perhaps especially in Rohan—did not come cheaply.
Alodia had scrounged for the money, though the amount yet remained a pittance. She wondered where to go, for indeed there were many horse breeders about, and all had fine stock. Yet, with her coin, she might need to ask for a deal, and that would limit the families willing to work with her.
She had saddled Sibley bright and early, sparing her the heavy cart seemed enough to keep the mare’s steps eager and moving, and set off toward the city on the hill. Edoras had, perhaps, the only breeder she knew of personally. One that might be able to work a deal her family so desperately needed.
It was a short distance from the city when Alodia finally beheld the sight of Braeldia’s family farm. It had taken some asking; a feat, in and of itself, for one such as Alodia. The horses about the paddocks and fields looked strong and lovely, though it was the small shape of a white goat plodding about after them that made the young woman to smile.
“Oh, Claennis,” she murmured. Her heart welled happily; the milk goat looked like she was adjusting well, and content there at the farm. She moved to dismount, hesitantly gripping the worn leather reins in her hand to lead the light-colored horse forward.
The house stood ahead, and quietly, with a heart pittering like a frenzied hare’s, Alodia knocked upon the door.
She was getting older, needed to be let to rest amongst her fields to graze easy as she saw fit. And yet, the family was unsure how they were going to be able to replace her. Horses, even in Rohan—or perhaps especially in Rohan—did not come cheaply.
Alodia had scrounged for the money, though the amount yet remained a pittance. She wondered where to go, for indeed there were many horse breeders about, and all had fine stock. Yet, with her coin, she might need to ask for a deal, and that would limit the families willing to work with her.
She had saddled Sibley bright and early, sparing her the heavy cart seemed enough to keep the mare’s steps eager and moving, and set off toward the city on the hill. Edoras had, perhaps, the only breeder she knew of personally. One that might be able to work a deal her family so desperately needed.
It was a short distance from the city when Alodia finally beheld the sight of Braeldia’s family farm. It had taken some asking; a feat, in and of itself, for one such as Alodia. The horses about the paddocks and fields looked strong and lovely, though it was the small shape of a white goat plodding about after them that made the young woman to smile.
“Oh, Claennis,” she murmured. Her heart welled happily; the milk goat looked like she was adjusting well, and content there at the farm. She moved to dismount, hesitantly gripping the worn leather reins in her hand to lead the light-colored horse forward.
The house stood ahead, and quietly, with a heart pittering like a frenzied hare’s, Alodia knocked upon the door.