Who: Merlin and OPEN When: Afternoon Where: Stables What: Working Rating: TBD
It had not taken very long for Merlin to have found a routine. And especially one that he was really good at. But as he occasionally stood in the stall and cleaning it of manure, he imagined the guests would think he'd have been annoyed. Sine he was clearly a wizard destined to do many great things as he grew older but was scooping horse manure once every few days. But the truth was that he didn't mind it that much. He was accustomed to this kind of work. He had been Prince Arthur's manservant, after all. A lot of cleaning was involved. The prince's room, the bedsheets, clothes, boots, royal horse (he'd once suggested it was a fitting steed since Arthur looked a lot like its backside, but he never said it again since a smack upside the head with a metal glove could hurt a lot), even the armor and weapons were needed to be maintained.
Not to mention he was also needed as a training partner. So this? It was normal for him. The young warlock had just finished taking the horse out and cleaning it up, washing, combing the mane, talking to it occasionally, maintaining the shoes, etc. What? People talked to animals. Of course. Except it was too bad they never talked back. At least he had a chance to talk to his dragon friend Kilgharrah while it was here a while ago. Now after hitching the horse to a post, he returned to the stall. "Okay, almost done," he sighed as he started to scoop away the manure and excess hay straws. Ahh, the hay. He would have to carry a new stack over to it soon. Maybe he would use magic for that too. This wasn't everyone's idea of a dream job but he liked it at least. And it certainly beat being held in the stocks and pelted by rotten fruit.