Pasal
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"Just get it off." Pasal growled at his young student, and held the grey mare more firmly so the young girl could do just that. She had jokingly wrapped an entire roll of expensive leg wrappings around the mare's neck, and the pregnant runner was violently trying to shake the clingy stuff off. She was in no danger of course, but raging hormones made her panic. The young girl of course thought it was a riot; she was only eleven, so Pasal allowed her some room to goof off. If she had been older she'd be shoveling out stalls for a month before she was even allowed to touch a runner again.
Pasal, as heir to his father's small holding, had chosen to learn governence through heading the stables. It provided an excellent outlet for his imagination, and efficiency. And as there was no current Master BeastCrafter at Olrive Holding.... Pasal shook the thought from his head, he'd never be permitted to give up the holding to become a BeastCrafter; no matter how much he tried. The only other possability for heir was Pasal's brother, who wasn't too keen on the thought anyway. Palanil was younger by a turn, and his heart set on becoming a dragonrider.
"That good Pasal?" The student drawled, as she took the last of the creamy-coloured wrapping from the mare's neck. The mare threw her head back and pranced, forcing Pasal to be lifted several feet off the ground before jerking the large head down, and keeping it there. The shardling girl giggled, thinking it was funny. Pasal knew she had it for him, most the young girls did these days. Afterall, he was heir to the holding, and these girls couldn't expect better than a mere farmer with their present rank, so catching the eye of a minor holder was a great feat for them. Pasal was disgusted at the thought, wouldn't they rather have love? True love? Pasal shook his head, probably not. No one cared about that anymore.
"Nyraya." Pasal said firmly, thrusting the mare's lead at the girl. "You'll take Lightning back to her stall. Wait, no," Pasal smiled gleefully as he saw Nyraya groan inwardly, the girl knew what was coming, "take her out to paddock 7, with Geneva and Seawater, and then come back here and muck out all three of their stalls. It needs to be done before evening, and we should give the stable hands a break for once. Don't you agree?"
"No." Nyraya said gloomily, and grabbed Lightning's halter. As she stomped away, leading the nervous mare, Pasal could hear her complaining about how lazy everyone was getting here. Pasal grinned again, making a note of Nyraya's attitude towards her work. She'd been "apprenticed" here so she might become a jockey one day, but it would take turns of work with the animals before Pasal would even consider it. The way it was going though, Nyraya might not make a jockey. She seemed to hate runners, the only good "jockey trait" she had going was her small size, and she was still young. Pasal'd wager she'd be tiny all her life, but doubted she had the focus to become a professional anything with the runners.
What I need is some good students who want to be with runners. Pasal thought as he slowly made his way to the back of the huge barn. I'd gladly convince Father to import a real BeastCrafter if I thought anyone here would benefit from it. As it is all my "students" hate the animals. I'm lucky we've any stock left alive with the care they get whenever I'm gone for a day. Pasal sighed, and leaned back to lazily stretch his shoulder muscles. It was only early afternoon, and there was no work that needed to be done. Runners were where they should be, fed and checked after; stalls were in the process of being cleaned, and just last sevenday everyone had gotten together and cleaned the entire stable thoroughly. The only thing left to do was go out, and perhaps check the high pasture fences before summer set in.
That's what I'll do. Pasal thought, and quickly made his way towards Jenya's stall. Jenya was Pasal's own gelding, a beautifully built bay who was useless as a worker, but heaven to ride. Pasal had bred the colt himself, nearly five turns ago, when he first got interested in the runners. Everyone had scoffed at the spindly foal, and not even Pasal could save Jenya from being gelded. But after that Jenya became Pasal's permenantly, and nothing would ever happen to the gelding while Pasal was around.
"Hey fella." Pasal murmured, coming up to Jenya's stall. The bay whickered affectionately, and nosed at Pasal's shirt pocket for perhaps a tasty treat. Pasal was known for making sugar balls and giving them to the runners, even though everyone said it would be bad for them. But Pasal didn't really care much what people said, and usually continued to do his own thing until met with serious opposition. Such as him wanting to become a BeastCrafter, and knowing he'd never be able too. That was the one thing Pasal disliked about his high position at the Hold, he had everything he could need, but the one thing he was denied were choices. He just wasn't allowed to make them at all. He couldn't even tell anyone about his secret.....
Jenya nipped at Pasal's shoulder, indicating the gelding was ready to get out of his stall for awhile. Pasal obliged, and quickly tacked his mount up and took him out on the trails to go check the fencing.

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