07 Goodmonth (Aug) 591: Evening (just before beachstock):
Erinalia crosses the beach of base-camp, padding across the fine sand in her bare feet, heading towards the horse corral. As she approaches, she notices Garbh?n nearby tending to his mount.
Laying aside her engraved staff, Erin produces some apple chunks, which she saved from the mess hall earlier, and begins feeding the horses little treats as she strokes their manes and noses. She also talks to the various horses in low, soft whispers, barely audible to the folk working in the area, while moving gradually from one to the next.
As Erin moves closer to Garbh?n and his horse, Garbh?n notices her glancing over at them. They never seem to make eye contact, though, and Erin seems to hesitate as she approaches...
Erinalia crosses the beach of base-camp, padding across the fine sand in her bare feet, heading towards the horse corral. As she approaches, she notices Garbh?n nearby tending to his mount.
Laying aside her engraved staff, Erin produces some apple chunks, which she saved from the mess hall earlier, and begins feeding the horses little treats as she strokes their manes and noses. She also talks to the various horses in low, soft whispers, barely audible to the folk working in the area, while moving gradually from one to the next.
As Erin moves closer to Garbh?n and his horse, Garbh?n notices her glancing over at them. They never seem to make eye contact, though, and Erin seems to hesitate as she approaches...