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Date Posted: 22:36:58 05/09/02 Thu
Author: Aegeon
Subject: Home Sweet Home

A small set of pipes clutched tightly in his hand, he wanders down to the beast stables. He shakes his head, exasperated. The runner-beasts were of fine enough quality, but with a few minor changes, they could be outstanding! If he had told them once, he had told them a hundred times. He had been holdless all his life, and had lived with a small group like him, his parents included. And he knew Runner-beasts. His group, however, had dismissed this, claiming he was only a "little boy", and he had left the ignorant to find a Hold that might listen to him. He knew Runners like he knew the back of his hand! He noted with approval that the fences were sturdy, and the runners separated. The grass was green. The Runners healthy. Yes, he would enjoy working here. Following a silent command, he grabs a pich-fork, and begins to work, occasionally petting the beast who's stall he was cleaning. After this smelly and much-loathed labour was finished, he explored the pastures, examining all the runners with a thorough hand. Finally, he chose a ruddy-grey one, and set a new leather saddle on its back. Despite not being of the most beautiful coloration, it was one of the finest beasts there. Probably the fastest, and it could give the strongest a run for their money. He easily jogs next to it, excersizing the unused beast, and getting it accustomed to the saddle on it's back. Ah, it was good to work with Runners again...

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