Characters Ubique & Opal:
Approaching Ubique’s horse ranch, Opal was getting familiar with the horse she borrowed from Unigo that a rider had tied up while inside. The moriel sitting on top of him gazed over the farmlands while approaching. Long white hair was tied up in two ponytails and she just wore a slip of a dress to cover her body. Clothes this time of year were tiresome and hot.
Seeing Ubique in the distance she whispered to the horse to go faster and he began trotting towards them. The bounce from the ride barely contained her breasts in that dress and she was barefoot. There was no way she was going to yell out a greeting, but instead the trot slowed down as she approached her.
Ubique heard a soft quick yip of a bark from the farm. It was a signal her dog gave her to tell her someone was coming when Ubique isn't close enough to hear him growl. He lowered his head and aimed for Opal but Ubique gave a quick whistle to him to hold him off. Vithe slipped away to the shadows of the barn and other buildings while Ubique left the two pregnant mares she was attending to meet Opal approaching.
Opal heard the dog and immediately stopped the horse, he seemed like a loose wire to her, and she hadn't been around any dogs in her life. Those violet eyes squinted when she seen him go back to the barn and she became more relaxed.
"How is my horse doing?"
Seeing it was safe to get off she slid down the horse's side and stood there which was quite a sight since she was barely dressed and had no shoes on.
Ubique dusted her hands off and nodded moving to the fence. It was the only thing separating Opal and Ubi now. Ubi's gaze scanned the barely dressed girl, going up and down with cool blue eyes.
"Bwael. He's fine. He has his name now, thanks to Kirva. He is officially known as Kirva's Harrow, because of his troublesome birth. But if you have a better name, we can train him for that as well."
Opal had to admire the work Ubique did, and she looked at the pregnant mares wondering what foes would be born to such beauties. Those violet eyes returned to look back to Ubique while she spoke, and she smiled.
"Kirva`s Harrow is a fine name." She had not selected a name since she really didn't know much about the horse's behavior.
"So what happens now, do I get to ride him?" A little too ...overzealous perhaps, but she did everything that way.
Ubique shook her head no.
"Nau, it would break his spine. He's just a small thing. Sturdy enough to be your horse when he's older, but right now he's still growing into his muscles. He won't be ride worthy for another month or two."
She stepped back from the fence and almost smiled, almost.
"If you like, you can come see him, maybe do some association or training. But the stallion needs to stay tied up to a fence."
Opal didn't understand and was a wild one, and very headstrong, but Ubique knew what she was doing. Her borrowed horse just tagged along, Takao would have her head if he ever found out she even borrowed it without asking.
With a smug little grin she nodded yes, "I think I'd like to see him and maybe he will get to know me.”
Ubique told her the story in full this time, the story of Kirva’s blessing and the birth of her stallion.
“It was a dark night at my ranch where one of her finest mares was giving birth with her by her side. The newborn horse was born dead, but not before the mercy of Kirva was placed upon him and the stillborn foe struggled for breath and came back to life.”
"He was born still, not breathing. It was only in answer to my prayers that Kirva brought him back. All the life was out of him."
The little horse lifted his head then headed back to his mother, moving slowly around her larger form as if to hide before dipping his head for a drink.
"That's something Kirva wants, a blessing. This much I know is truth."
Opal was quiet and serious realizing the horse was actually born dead?" Well that definitely deserved a ceremony and right away she thought of a given name she had heard being the priest of Kirva.
Ubique assured her the horse was too young to take yet.
"He's still suckling from his mother. He would have taken a sugar cube but that's about it." Ubi starts to lead the two away from the horses, wanting to give the mare and foal their peace.
She assured Ubique she would try and find the priest and have the ceremony. She gave Harrow a pet and touch to the foe’s nose and left the ranch in a hurry to get the –borrowed- horse back to its owner.
Approaching Unigo she tied the horse up that she borrowed, and a man with a hood grabbed her by the waist demanding to know why she had took his horse. Opal quickly explained and flooded his mind with the whole story, and he grinned down at her when she mentioned needing a priest of Kirva.
“That would be Carthad the necromancer, but do be careful on your journey to find him. He has been known to do things to beautiful women not to mention not liking to be disturbed.”
After he explained where he thought Carthad lived, he mentioned to her one more time.
“Don’t be stealing horses and bring others searching for you when you seek out the priest. I don’t think he would like the additional company.”
Opal smiled at the man, if one could call that a smile, he had a threatening sound in his voice and she asked him to do her a favor, that slip of a dress riding up to her mid-thigh by a sly manipulation of her hand on her side.
“Find this priest Carthad so he can do the ceremony and I will reward you.”
Those violet eyes sparkled like Opal really meant it, and the man rode off seeking this priest named Carthad.
(ooc) when this ceremony happens others will be invited to attend)