July 2nd (Thread reboot)
Who : Fredric and Mikino Where : The Palace Stables When : Morning, July 2nd, 2013 What : Fredric prepares to go out riding
Fredric had woken at the break of dawn, a bit early for his tastes, but then today was to be busy. After refreshing himself and picking a green, lightly armored riding shirt and matching it with leather riding pants, he had breakfast. Today it was a heavy meal consisting of eggs and a pork link wrapped in a fluffy pancake. He washed the last of the meal down with a glass of orange juice and reflected on yesterday and the game he's now playing. He had written out two letters. The first went to Lord Judgment, it was short and simple, naming two conspirators who wished to lend their fortunes in a plot to somehow dissolve the position of Chaldean. The second went to his Queen. He paid a known Magi to place a spell on that note, to be opened by Sidonie herself, and in the presence of no one else.
Happy with that, and his breakfast settling nicely he left his quarters, telling his attendant to begin packing, leave out one outfit, they would be leaving tomorrow. He then let his court liaison know he would be spending the day riding, if anyone needed him they can send a runner to deliver the messages to him. Once that was finished he went down to the stables, in a rather good mood, even after yesterday’s unpleasant conversation with The Chaldean. That bothered him a bit, she was a very cold woman and he hadn’t expected the conversation to go south like it had. He’s put it aside though, there is nothing to do about that, what’s one is done. All in all, it has worked in his favor, the letter was proof of that. Even though, today is not a day he wanted to spend among the court. He has too much to plan and a courier waiting to take his final orders back to his lands before his arrival. He expects he won’t have time when he gets there as the Chaldean might send someone ahead to scout out his lands, and he’d play babysitter to some junior asshat.
Arriving at the stables, he nodded to anyone who was there, grooming the beasts or going about their business. Strolling through the building he walked up to a stall marked over the doors with his House insignia. Inside the stall is a Large, thick muscled Cleveland Bay . He smiled as the horse snorted and walks up to the gate, nudging him with her nose. On the horses back is a green and red horse blanket, proudly wearing the colors of House Mekhal. “Intemporel, have you missed me dear. I’m sorry if you were jealous when you weren’t allowed to play in the polo match, I’m afraid you would have crushed those small creatures. Too aggressive you are, war horse. ” He pulls an apple from his bag, something he’d saved from his breakfast, a gift for his loyal mount. Holding it out for her, she greedily bites the fruit and gobbles it down, whinnying approval before backing away to let Fredric open the gate and walk inside. She watches him, accusingly until he picks up a brush and removes the blanket, hanging the fabric over the gate, Fredric starts to brush her down before strapping his heavy saddle on her back in preparation for the days ride.