Tasha Robards (horse_sense) wrote in heretherebe_ic, @ 2011-07-16 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara townsend, relic barrett |
In case of storms ...
Characters: Clara, Relic
When: Saturday, late afternoon
Location: Academy & palace stables
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Clara prepares stalls for the expected visitors
Status: Complete
It seemed to her that every morning there was another laundry list of duties as the replies began to trickle in from all the birds that had been sent out to the teachers the King was recruiting for the school. There were other sorts being invited as well, though those were politics she kept herself clear of. She liked her job and she really didn't want to get involved in the who's who of society; she just wanted to take care of the horses. It had been spitting rain on and off all day, and the older folk anticipated storms tonight. They weren't often wrong, so Clara decided she'd prepare the barn for it anyway. She'd gone around the outside, shutting all the the top halves of the stalls, and now she was double-checking all the inside stall doors to make sure they were latched. With the elevated activity given the all the soldiers heading out on their various missions, she figured it was better to be safe than sorry. While she was at that, she checked to make sure they all had enough water and were otherwise comfortable. There were so many empty stalls, and the barn had a strangely hollow feeling to it -- though she knew the absent horses would be back soon. Most of them would be back within a fortnight ... though they anticipated some of the soldiers being gone as long as a month. In the meantime though, there'd be new horses to fill the stalls, and turn-out schedules to rearrange and extra feed duties, and lord knew whatever other specifications people might have. Once the palace stables were squared away, she snagged her heavy cloak out of the tack room before she trotted down across the road, ducking through a paddock fence to shortcut her way to the Academy's stables. They were smaller and quieter still than the palace stables, but she knew that would change in the coming weeks and months. Ducking inside, she shed her cloak and hung it by the door. It wasn't raining right now, but given the clouds in the sky and the way the wind felt, it was just a matter of time before the skies opened up and unleashed their rains. It was darker in here, and it took her a moment to catch on that only a few of the lanterns were lit. "Of all the days not to be a fire mage," she muttered. Booted feet and long strides carried her into the tack room where the flint was so she could spark the lanterns. She was always ridiculously paranoid that barns would catch fire, but there weren't a lot of alternatives when it came to lighting. They at least took the precaution of having the flames enclosed in glass lanterns rather than just being open. After lighting one of the lanterns, Clara carried it with her as she began the inspection of the stalls and the horses in this barn. She did intend to keep an eye out for any new horses as well, just in case someone had arrived that she hadn't been aware of. |