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Out in the stables, Sparhawk is leading Faran in to care for him and put him away for the morning after a good morning ride. He is dressed, as usual, in his chain mail and cloak, sword at his side and the small pouch of Bhelliom inside his shirt. It has been a good few weeks, but he is feeling very cabin fever-ish as he has been here much longer than he was ready to be.

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Had Cain pointed out the stables the other night while showing her around? She couldn't quite remember.

Well, she's found them now. And someone she hasn't met before.

"Sorry, she says quietly, feeling the odd urge to speak as though she's in a library. "Am I allowed to be in here?

He nods to her. He is a rather large man, tall and broad of shouldered, and garbed as a medi-eval warrior might be, if he was from Earth.

"Good morning, Lady. As far as I know, any may enter the stables. Be careful of which horses you approach, as some are particular. But being here and watching is by all means, not against the rules."

His voice is quiet.

She nods, and moves a bit forward, but is cautious.

"I'll keep my distance, then, as I've never really been around horses much. Is one of them yours, or do they all belong to the bar?"

He waves to the horse he has just let into a stall and is carrying hay towards.

"This is mine, Faran, and a right evil brute he is. But he suits my moods fine. Just dont get to close. he likes to bite and kick."

Faran stares at Sparhawk, annoyed.

She takes a few reflexive steps backward, though she wasn't anywhere near near enough to be bitten or kicked.

"He's very beautiful," she ventures. "What makes him behave so?"

He grins at her for a moment.

"Because I am a prickly old knight and he follows my lead."

he enters the stall and begins to brush Faran's coat.

She edges a bit closer to the stall, but still keeps her distance. "Are you really? And do you tend to kick and bite, as well?"

She's teasing. Probably.

He chuckles.

"Only when my wife and Queen or my Church commmand me to. The rest of thre time I just tend to barrelyt through."

"In that case, I'll feel safe introducing myself. I'm Molly Prewett."

She grins in lieu of a handshake, since his hands are busy tending to Faran, and she really doesn't want to get bit by a horse.

He nodfs.

"I am Sir Sparhawk of the Pandion Order, Lady Prewitt."

"It's nice to meet you. I don't think I've ever met a knight before. I've only ever heard about them in books my mother used to read to me as a child,"
she tells him. "Where are you from?"

He smiles a bit, continuing to care for his horse.

"A country called Elenia. It is not in nany world I have heard of here."

"I don't think it's in mine," she says. "But my world is awfully big. I'm from Earth. More specifically, wizarding England."

He nods.

"I have heard a lot about Earth since gettoing here. Most people here seem to be from that place."

He smiles a bit.

"Makes a man wonder at times about what draws people here."

"I wish I knew the answer to that," she smiles. "Are there no other people from your world here? You mentioned a wife - is she here with you?"

He shakes his head.

"No, no others of my world here as yet. And my lady wife, then least of all. She would not leave her throne for this palce, even if she knew of it."

"Does she love being Queen so much?" she asks curiously. "And wouldn't that make you a king?"

She wonders if she should have curtsied or something upon meeting him.

"She does. She was born to it and I tauight her in many ways. And I am but Consort and Queen's Cmhampion. Which is more than enough for me."

"And what do knights on your world do?" she asks. "In the tales I was told as child, it was all heroic quests, and saving princesses from dragons and things like that."

He chuckles.

"I am a Church night, which m,ostly means I defend the faithful and try to not get into trouble. My world is one of Gods and darknesses and so there is much call for the Knighthood."

He smiles a biut.

"I have yet to see a dragon."

"Defend the faithful from what?"
she wants to know. "And dragons are a nasty business on my world, so it's just as well you've not had to fight one."

She's hardly aware that she's drifted closer, and is resting her arms on the stall of Faran's stall.

"Gods, demons, invading hordes... the list is kind of long..."

He smiles.

"I dont know Dragons, but I would almost prefer one to a Troll. Ten feet tall and nasty and hard to kill."

"We do have trolls. I've never seen one in person, but the pictures are bad enough. Still, I believe a dragon is more impervious to harm, and most likely, quite a bit smarter than the trolls on my world. Do you have magic?"

He nods and gestures and speaks in a strrange language and a small ball of lioght appears over his hands, then he gflicks them and it is gone.

"Church Knights are required to learn it to beter defend our people."

"And only Knights have it?" she asks eagerly. "You aren't born with it?"

He shakes his ehad.

"We are taught it by the Styric mystics. It isnt a born talent."

"One can't just learn magic on my world. Either you're born to it, or you're not."

She admires the way he competently grooms and cares for his horse, and takes a look at many of the other stalls that are occupied by all sorts, some true horses, others with wings or horns and such. All look very well cared for.

"Do you know if anyone here offers riding lessons? I've never been on a horse. It might be nice to try it sometime."

"Ah.... I see."

He listens to her, and finally finishes his grooming and hauls feed over for Faran as well.

"I do not know. I am sure someone might."

"Do you know who runs the stables, then?" she asks. "They would know, don't you think?"

((ooc: slowtime or wrap, please!))

"A Caspaijn would know, you could leave a note at the bar, if you want?"

He steps out of the stall and nods to her.

(ooc: slowtime is fine...)

"Caspian?" she grins widely. "I know him, so that should make it easier. I haven't seen him in ages, and he's probably just been out here the whole time. I clearly need to get out more."

((ooc: thanks!))

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