Rowen's Roommates
Rowen watched Sid leave and sighed. It did not matter that he'd been given the rest of the day to do with as it pleased him; he didn't know what on earth to do with the free time. It would have been different, if he'd been back home. He would have had things to do, and people to do them with. Here, he had no direct master to serve. No friends to talk to. All his wordly possessions dropped like a stone into the bottom of a wooden trunk, not even filling a fourth of it.
He was finally beginning to feel sick. He supposed that it was the shock of everything that took it so long to finally hit him. One day, eveything is fine. Its not necessarily great, but its normal, and its comfortable, and its finally really feeling like home after so many years. And then its gone. At a knight's whim and his master's desperation. It was so unfair Rowen could cry, or hit something.
As it was, the room was too full of people for that. He was already being starred at because he was new. Because he looked different. He didn't need people starring at him because they thought he might go suddenly violent on them.
So he left. Left all of his new clothes there on the bed assigned to him, and just left. He knew at least how to get himself to the stables and after skirting Ameadea's stall, he found Orion. "Hello, Orion," Rowen murmured, reached out to pet the white horse's nose. Do you remember me? We met earlier today. I'm going to be taking care of you now in the mornings, startng tomorrow. I hope we will become friends."