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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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"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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