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 Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 7:07 pm
"I'm supposed to ride that?!" Ashmere inquired with disdain in her normally pleasant voice. There was no way that the Master Harper meant for her to learn to ride one of those creatures, weren't they the ones used as meat?
Grumbling softly the brunette eyed the little herdbeast, its woolly coat seemed to be coming in thickly for the time of year and its small snout dripped with a bit of moisture, overall it was sort of cute, it was a boy too, Ashmere found a liking to male creatures, she had once owned a canine but this was no canine and there was certainly no way she could ride it, especially not without a saddle, or a seat or something for her lady quarters. She grimaced in all her turns she had never once rode anything.
Eye the little creature again with a soften stare she shook her head, the Master Harper had stated that in her chores she was to learn to manage with the beasts then move on to the healer's section, surely to mend her broken pride after failing.
"It's so dirty," she lightly whimpered as the little beast made a sort of grunting noise at her and tried to nuzzle onto her hand, instantly she pulled away, the action was so quick and unplanned that the little meek harper found herself on her rear in the pin, the little monster was licking her cheek and munching on the longer tips of her bangs, her expression was calm, if not neutral, now she was dirty too, now she truly didn't have a reason to keep from playing with the little adorable beast. "Well, fella, now I am dirty too, I can bath later, you little brat. My name is Ashmere, what's yours fuzzy little guy?" She cooed at the herdbeast, as if in retort it licked her more and decided to nudge her roughly with its head until she petted it where it's horns would grow. Obliging she did just that and laughed, a very musical sound indeed.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 1:16 am
One of the nice things about being a beastcraft apprentice... Herdbeasts were pretty much herdbeasts, wherever you went. Sure, there were different breeds at different weyrs and holds, but they were, at the core, the same animal. You knew where you stood with herdbeasts.
It kept him from getting too homesick, too. If he ever started thinking wistfully of the farm back home, an afternoon of mucking made him stop missing it real fast. But today, there was a girl in the paddock with the herdbeasts. Specifically, she was in with one of the weyr's youngest bulls - the fuzzy creature was still immature and hadn't grown in its horns yet. But when he saw her quite suddenly fall, Soldekai instinctively picked up the pace, jogging to the fence and vaulting over easily.
"You all right?" It seemed to be a false alarm. She was laughing and petting it, so probably no harm done. Still, butting was dangerous behavior; encouraging it in a young calf could result in injury when it grew up and its horns came in properly. Probably best to intervene now. He offered a hand to her to help her up, flashing her a quick smile. "If you want to pet him, try stroking him under the chin. Scratching his horns'll just encourage him to push you around." The advice was offered, not in a disapproving way, but just a friendly suggestion.
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