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Post by hrsegrl on May 17, 2007 21:52:26 GMT -5
The Lady rarely visited the stables. As much as she enjoyed Runner races, she had never been as fond of the beasts as other Ladies were. Jazira could ride if need be but she would much rather not have to worry about directing the animal. Still, she could tell this meant a great deal to her husband and when he gave the beast to their son, it would mean even more to him. Besides, unlike many Holders, she spent as much time with her husband as possible.
She had changed quickly after breakfast. Her dress was simply cut and made for the outdoors. It was a deep burgundy without too much going on with the trim. It was one of her less elaborate outfits, but she dressed it up with jewelry. Her hair, which had been down before was now up and out of her way.
"Now, how old is the runner? What is his breeding?" She wondered about how some people kept those records on runner bloodlines better than some major Holder families.
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Post by brimstone81 on May 19, 2007 12:31:09 GMT -5
Haydrin loved runners. All his life he had been riding, his father even joked once that his real father must have been Keroonian, what, with Haydrin's eyes for the creatures. Of course, no one ever took that as serious. Haydrin's mother would be mad to ever have affairs with men other than the Lord of Bitra. He was not the nicest man, and had little tolerance for such behaviors.
Haydrin breathed deeply the stable air and stood next to the tall runner stallion and patted the strong neck of the beast. He chuckled at Jazira and all her questions, "My, my, love, I had no idea you were so interested in runners." At times he wished that she were, but they needed hobbies of their own, too. "I believe the men said he was six turns, and he was the product of a Keroon stallion and a Fort mare. I traded a good breeding mare for him, and I was promised a Fort filly if our mare worked out. Maybe that will be for Vega." Vega was his favorite daughter. She was the eldest girl, and it was perhaps that he had been so nervous at her birth, for she had come a little early, that he cherished her so. She was a good natured girl, not so spirited as Kalista, though she entertained him too, but kind of sweet, so different than the feisty women he grew up with. Even married. He smiled at the thought, and put his arm around Jazira. She was good to him, and he to her.
"Come, wife, come take a look at him. We might introduce him to our breeding lines, as long as he proves to excel at speed or even work, though he looks more built for racing. What do you think of him? I was thinking the boy could rename him anything he wants. Tell you the truth, I don't know the runner's name off hand."
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Post by hrsegrl on May 19, 2007 18:12:24 GMT -5
"You'd be amazed my dear, just how many things I have interest in." Jazira quipped back. If she weren't so fiery in temper the others of their court would enjoy her company as it was, she found all of them dull and they found her to be too haughty.
Despite her remark she was listening to her husband intently. "So long as the filly is easily handled. Vega is not so good at handling runners. They frighten her when they are too spirited."
As much as Jazira loved her children, she would never understand her eldest daughter. So submissive and quiet. Jazira knew it would be easy to marry her off for those reasons. Kallista, she would never have to worry about finding a husband either. For though the girl was spirited, she was fast becoming the most beautiful of her family.
Jazira would wait on judgement of her other daughters. Merie was only 6 and Havala 3. To be honest though, the child most like her was Hadrel. He was ambitious and not so good at controlling his temper but also quite the intellectual. So complex were their children. She smiled and paid attention to the runner again.
"He looks lovely. Like silver." Or even, threads, though she refused to ever mention them. She wished she could erase the harper lessons for once in her life. She had always been a slight bit afraid of threads and as a girl found their description disturbing. "Leslow will be happy. He ought to name him soon. The Gather planning is now under way."
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