Who: Conlan and Eirys What: Mission prep Where: The Stone Song/Shopping! When: Mid-morning
The child had appeared as if by magic, just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. Conlan had barely been awake, sleeping off a rather festive visit to the pub the night before, half-trudging down the creaking wooden stairs and into the front potion of the forge's shop. Kairn had left already, heading to check on some of the new supply shipments coming in before the majority of competition could show up. It was a little girl, that much he could tell, with a face painted to look like a small tiger. Younger than Eilis, but she smiled when he bent to take the parchment.
Then she was gone again.
He should have been used to it by now, the strangeness of being summoned on a mission. Couldn't the Order do anything like normal people?
He didn't go back to sleep, instead finishing up some work at the forge, and then washing and dressing to go out. It had been some time since his last journey outside of the city, and there were preparations to be made. Just to be certain, he sorted through his typical traveling gear, compiling a list of things that needed to be replaced, or were outright missing since the last. Hopefully there would be fewer things that spit acid and fire this time around.
Sovereign seemed to know something was up as Conlan moved through the first floor, from the stairs leading to the small apartment he and Kairn shared, through the forge entry way, into the forge itself, and then turning into the small barn at the back of the building. Large hooves stomped against the hay and stone, and the large horse paced eagerly from one side of the space to the other. The stall area had once been three split areas for three different beasts, but the walls had been removed to allow Sovereign to move about as he liked. And he did, following close to the wooden barrier as Conlan walked from one end of the barn to the other, collecting and inspecting saddle gear and riding supplies, turning when the blonde did, snorting restlessly when the man took too long in one spot or another.
"Fine, fine." Conlan finally sighed, tugging a set of reigns down from the wooden post. "You can come shoppin' too." He leaned on the gate, and the horse raised his nose to sniff, nudging his hands. "But, you're gonna behave yourself." His hand moved under the horse's head, patting. "Right?"
Sovereign didn't reply, but his tail swished int the air to drive off a fly. Conlan figured that was about as close to an agreement as he was going to get.