50th Zi'da 716
Suddenly struck with Déjà vu, Atashi continued to scour the streets of Andaris. How many times had he gotten himself lost in this blasted city? Lash followed behind, seeming to radiate a smug aura. He could tell that she got a kick from watching him suffer, but didn't know why. Was it because he had given her a masculine name? Was it because he'd forgotten to feed her some forty trials ago? Maybe she just hated his guts? Regardless of her reasoning, she was a horse and this was probably his imagination. He sighed, it had been an exhausting season and it wasn't even half over. He looked about, to his right he saw snowy streets, to his left - more snowy streets. Ahead of him and to the rear, Ethelynda behold - snowy streets! He did not look forward to riding back to Venora in these conditions.
The last time he was in Andaris, he had three objectives: find an Inn, find the docks, find a clothing store. He had completed perhaps two and a half of those, he said two and a half because the store he'd found before didn't make any clothing his size... or race... As annoying as it was to have to search so intently for clothing, he recognised that he hadn't seen another Ithecal since moving to Rynmere, to stock pile on clothing suitable for a race that was rarely seen seemed to be a waste of money to most. Even so, he doubted that he could survive a three-day journey back to Venora in these weather conditions without appropriate clothing.
For now, he wore his black leather armour with his shield and hammer resting on his back underneath a green cloak. His armour was in surprisingly good condition considering the constant abuse it had been put through in the expedition to Welles. Out of nowhere, Lash stomped on his tail near the tip. He yelped in pain briefly before covering his mouth and turning to face the idiot horse. She stared him in his watery eyes without budging her hoof. As he continued to hold back his whimpers of pain, his expression shifted from anguish to anger. He raised his hand, ready to give the horse a slap. Seeing this, lash immediately lifted her hoof. Atashi then reeled in the length of his tail and inspected it - just a scrape with a few tiny cuts from the horse shoe. It hadn't swollen or the like so he presumed it to not be broken. He glared at Lash, seething with anger as he let down his tail.
Turning from Lash, he looked about the area once more, where to now? There were plenty of civilians about he could ask directions to an appropriate shop from, though it was a strange question to ask someone he didn't know. "Bastard horse." He spoke before pushing forward, Lash followed.