Random SW #1
The sound of hooves on the ground approaching the house told Sage that the rider had driven his horse just a tad too much for the poor creature to be comfortable on the stone-ridden ground. You didn't end up friending any of the Danaus without gaining some appreciation of what the poor equines had to go through, in dealing with humans. "Rose, can you go to the stable and ask them to ready a treat and a drink for that poor horse?" he called out.
"Yes, father." She put down the book she had been reading and hurried to the stables. She liked horses in general, rather than having the Danau Talent. She was really a bit too young to display it, but he could sense that it would manifest itself, and soon. He couldn't see what form it would take, though; the Valhoor Talent varied form generation to generation, stronger in some than in others. It was a little weaker in him than in his father. He had no way to know anything about hers, until it manifested; and even then, he could only generalise, rather than know outright.
It had been some generations since the Talent had run at full strength in the Manor.Perhaps it was just as well: the Talent, like any other, had its limits, even at full strength. The Sight, even at full, could only show the future if it happened with the known elements in place. The unknown elements could change the entire, foreseen future.
Rose ran back into the room. Sage hadn't realised that he'd spent that much time in idle thought. "The rider's mad, but the mare's being fed and watered now. The poor thing looked winded, too.. I left the rider by the stables and ran when he started saying some very bad things." She looked at Sage, head cocked to one side, as if to ask 'Have I done well'?
"Thank you. I'll go back and talk to him. You can go back to your reading, now."
Rose flashed him a grateful smile before returning to the study. The fellow must have rattled her greatly, poor child. Ah, well. He steeled himself for the confrontation and walked out towards the stables, and the fellow.
"Yes, father." She put down the book she had been reading and hurried to the stables. She liked horses in general, rather than having the Danau Talent. She was really a bit too young to display it, but he could sense that it would manifest itself, and soon. He couldn't see what form it would take, though; the Valhoor Talent varied form generation to generation, stronger in some than in others. It was a little weaker in him than in his father. He had no way to know anything about hers, until it manifested; and even then, he could only generalise, rather than know outright.
It had been some generations since the Talent had run at full strength in the Manor.Perhaps it was just as well: the Talent, like any other, had its limits, even at full strength. The Sight, even at full, could only show the future if it happened with the known elements in place. The unknown elements could change the entire, foreseen future.
Rose ran back into the room. Sage hadn't realised that he'd spent that much time in idle thought. "The rider's mad, but the mare's being fed and watered now. The poor thing looked winded, too.. I left the rider by the stables and ran when he started saying some very bad things." She looked at Sage, head cocked to one side, as if to ask 'Have I done well'?
"Thank you. I'll go back and talk to him. You can go back to your reading, now."
Rose flashed him a grateful smile before returning to the study. The fellow must have rattled her greatly, poor child. Ah, well. He steeled himself for the confrontation and walked out towards the stables, and the fellow.
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