2nd Vhalar, Arc 271
With Vhalar underway, most of the villages were harvesting crops and produce. It was no surprise that Shl’drei was up and about early- he tended to start the day as soon as possible to get in every bit of work he could. Not to say he couldn’t get tired or sleep in, but he preferred to get up with the sun touching the clouds or earlier on any trial he could. Rest was important but it filled him with purpose and, with that purpose came will and motivation to keep going. He’d done a lot of moping and wallowing, it was high time he took those trials back for himself and his pack.
He hummed to an unknown tune as he dressed for the day- nothing too fancy, just a pullover sweater and some nice warm pants. He supposed if he were traveling he could wear heavy boots, but for now his shoes would do fine. Totrial he’d be training again with Mittie- his aim to at least get on her back without too much trouble. He always got nervous on her back- his first experience with a steed like her he’d almost fallen to his death in the air. Though Mittie was a sweetheart, he doubted she’d be comfortable with Shl’drei on her back if he was panicking.
Shrugging his thoughts off, he rolled his shoulders and set out to start the trial. Starting with making sure everyone had food and water, he then made sure to give everyone some affectionate petting before he headed to the stables. As expected, Mittie snorted at his arrival and trotted toward him to nudge her face into his waiting hand. “There she is,” he babied with a smile. He used his free hand to set up the shield toad, bringing a nice training area for Mittie to roam in. Grabbing her lead the tamer guided her through the threshold all the while giving her mane firm pats to keep her from nudging him.
Once inside Shl’drei released the lead so the scalvwing could roam the area freely. Once she’d trotted around for a bit, Shl’drei whistled for her attention to draw her back. He set to work placing the saddle and reigns around her body, giving it a small check for tightness around her limbs. Satisfied, he moved to pat her mane as he spoke. “Let’s see if I can manage it totrial,” he grinned. One foot in the hold, he gave her a small pat to get her to start trotting. He wobbled a bit, trying to keep his balance as she moved with only one foot in its hold. He gripped the reigns and she protested, a sign he’d had too tight a grip, and he moved to jump off before she could buck him. Once his feet were on the ground, he turned to the steed who had fluffed her wings just a bit at the rough treatment.
"Alright, it’s okay,” he cooed softly as he approached her. When she finally folded her wings back into her back, he smiled and put a small hand on her snout before rubbing down to her nose. “Sorry sweet girl, you’re okay,” he whispered as she swiveled her head to look at him. Mittie nickered, but relaxed soon after. Once more, he put his foot into the hold. When she tried to trot he tried his best to calm her as he swung his other leg over her back. Immediately, she whinnied but stayed grounded save for a few experimental trots. For a moment, Shl’drei smiled triumphantly. Then the scalvwing spread her wings and his nerves went off like fireworks.
"Mittie, Mittie it’s okay,” the tamer soothed, nerves seeping into his words as she beat her wings and then again. He tugged her reigns just as she stood on her hind legs, forcing him to lean into her neck to keep from falling and she folded her wings back into her body as she landed with all fours. “What’s gotten into you?” He wondered out loud, as he tried to dismount. One foot still in the holds, he used his upper arm over her back until he could safely place his leg on the floor before the other.
With Vhalar underway, most of the villages were harvesting crops and produce. It was no surprise that Shl’drei was up and about early- he tended to start the day as soon as possible to get in every bit of work he could. Not to say he couldn’t get tired or sleep in, but he preferred to get up with the sun touching the clouds or earlier on any trial he could. Rest was important but it filled him with purpose and, with that purpose came will and motivation to keep going. He’d done a lot of moping and wallowing, it was high time he took those trials back for himself and his pack.
He hummed to an unknown tune as he dressed for the day- nothing too fancy, just a pullover sweater and some nice warm pants. He supposed if he were traveling he could wear heavy boots, but for now his shoes would do fine. Totrial he’d be training again with Mittie- his aim to at least get on her back without too much trouble. He always got nervous on her back- his first experience with a steed like her he’d almost fallen to his death in the air. Though Mittie was a sweetheart, he doubted she’d be comfortable with Shl’drei on her back if he was panicking.
Shrugging his thoughts off, he rolled his shoulders and set out to start the trial. Starting with making sure everyone had food and water, he then made sure to give everyone some affectionate petting before he headed to the stables. As expected, Mittie snorted at his arrival and trotted toward him to nudge her face into his waiting hand. “There she is,” he babied with a smile. He used his free hand to set up the shield toad, bringing a nice training area for Mittie to roam in. Grabbing her lead the tamer guided her through the threshold all the while giving her mane firm pats to keep her from nudging him.
Once inside Shl’drei released the lead so the scalvwing could roam the area freely. Once she’d trotted around for a bit, Shl’drei whistled for her attention to draw her back. He set to work placing the saddle and reigns around her body, giving it a small check for tightness around her limbs. Satisfied, he moved to pat her mane as he spoke. “Let’s see if I can manage it totrial,” he grinned. One foot in the hold, he gave her a small pat to get her to start trotting. He wobbled a bit, trying to keep his balance as she moved with only one foot in its hold. He gripped the reigns and she protested, a sign he’d had too tight a grip, and he moved to jump off before she could buck him. Once his feet were on the ground, he turned to the steed who had fluffed her wings just a bit at the rough treatment.
"Alright, it’s okay,” he cooed softly as he approached her. When she finally folded her wings back into her back, he smiled and put a small hand on her snout before rubbing down to her nose. “Sorry sweet girl, you’re okay,” he whispered as she swiveled her head to look at him. Mittie nickered, but relaxed soon after. Once more, he put his foot into the hold. When she tried to trot he tried his best to calm her as he swung his other leg over her back. Immediately, she whinnied but stayed grounded save for a few experimental trots. For a moment, Shl’drei smiled triumphantly. Then the scalvwing spread her wings and his nerves went off like fireworks.
"Mittie, Mittie it’s okay,” the tamer soothed, nerves seeping into his words as she beat her wings and then again. He tugged her reigns just as she stood on her hind legs, forcing him to lean into her neck to keep from falling and she folded her wings back into her body as she landed with all fours. “What’s gotten into you?” He wondered out loud, as he tried to dismount. One foot still in the holds, he used his upper arm over her back until he could safely place his leg on the floor before the other.
