Post by Tristan Deschênes on May 9, 2016 21:22:06 GMT -5
The destrier had been neglected in the recent weeks, much to Tristan’s chagrin. True, there were plenty of grooms on hand to give Storm the attention he needed, but that was insufficient. Tristan was a knight to his core and a knight was nothing without his mount. As a Claviger, Tristan had been granted a few steeds to complete his duties, but he felt an especial connection to Storm. The notion was somewhat ironic given that Storm was ‘used’ the least. After all, how often did Clavigers ride into war as of late?
Nonetheless, that didn’t make Storm less enjoyable to ride. The big black stallion was as majestic as he was fearsome in appearance. Height was important factor in his selection, especially given Tristan’s own impressive height. Having his legs touch the ground would not do anyone any good! Additionally, given Tristan’s rather friendly appearance, a horse that inspired some sort of trepidation could be useful. The two of them made a fine pair, having grown comfortable after many months of hard training.
The steed rumbled to a stop in front of the Royal Stables and the knight dismounted smoothly. It had been nothing more than a casual ride around the nearby country side, in which they practiced charges. The horse had particularly worked up a good sweat. “Make you earn those oats, Storm,” he commented to the panting creature with a kind smile. “But first some water, hm?” But before Tristan could take the reins, Storm snorted at him loudly before plodding toward the nearby trough. “Oh, it was good for you, don’t gripe at me.”
Rowan Gardiner
Nonetheless, that didn’t make Storm less enjoyable to ride. The big black stallion was as majestic as he was fearsome in appearance. Height was important factor in his selection, especially given Tristan’s own impressive height. Having his legs touch the ground would not do anyone any good! Additionally, given Tristan’s rather friendly appearance, a horse that inspired some sort of trepidation could be useful. The two of them made a fine pair, having grown comfortable after many months of hard training.
The steed rumbled to a stop in front of the Royal Stables and the knight dismounted smoothly. It had been nothing more than a casual ride around the nearby country side, in which they practiced charges. The horse had particularly worked up a good sweat. “Make you earn those oats, Storm,” he commented to the panting creature with a kind smile. “But first some water, hm?” But before Tristan could take the reins, Storm snorted at him loudly before plodding toward the nearby trough. “Oh, it was good for you, don’t gripe at me.”
Rowan Gardiner