Talin's been in the Gallows for a day or two by the time he actually has time to step foot in the stables. Long enough to have been assigned a room, signed up for a division, talked to the various leaders and busybodies who want information from new recruits, and gotten at least an idea of who works where and what jobs he can take on to best achieve the Dread Wolf's goals for him. It's all just about as dreary and human and Andrastian as he was expecting, which doesn't make it any less bothersome, but at least he was adequately prepared.
At last, days after arriving in this stone prison, he's finally able to introduce himself to the horses. He's come to the stables prepared with apple slices, looking forward to spending a few hours getting acquainted with everyone in this organization who actually matters—
no, he shouldn't think like that, Fen'harel wouldn't approve.
Looking forward to spending a few hours in peace, then—
and meeting the man Riftwatch apparently trusts to take care of their animals. He'd been referenced with some Tevene-sounding word that Talin almost immediately forgot, something with a v? Their Horse Keeper. Hard to imagine a shem caring enough about their animals to give them the proper care, but ah, there again: a thought Fen'Harel wouldn't approve of.
He steps into the stables and immediately smiles to see the horses—the bearded human there gets the same smile, but it is quite clear that the warmth in it is for the animals, not the man.
"Hi," he says. His voice is pleasantly deep, with the lilting accent characteristic of the Dalish. "I've been told a man by the name of Farnon works here, would you be him?"
It's a good day in the stables when none of the horses are injured or ill. Siegfried has taken to checking in about once a week, ostensibly to catch any problems early for horses who haven't been taken out in a bit, but in reality largely to get Riftwatch's horses used to him. A bond of trust can make all the difference in a crisis, he knows well, and it's something of a luxury (at least in some ways) to be based in one organization at length.
He's running a hand over a horse's shoulder, affectionate but also checking that everything is in good order. When the newcomer speaks, both Siegfried and the horse glance that direction. Siegfried doesn't raise his voice, trusting that the new recruit is close enough to hear when he says, "I'm Farnon. I'm a veterinarian, so I'm don't exclusively work in the stables, but I'm here often enough. New arrival?"
Siegfried can hardly begrudge someone a preference for horses over people. He holds the same opinion himself. Still, no need to be impolite.
"Signed up too days ago," he confirms, keeping his own voice low as he approaches the stalls, looking for someone to say hello to. There's a piebald mare a couple stalls down from Farnon giving Talin what he can only assume is the most dubious look her long horse face can muster, and, well. That seems like a challenge to him.
Talin approaches the stall slowly, calm. The mare watches him warily, ears pricked and alert. They flick with each step closer he takes, not angry or frightened, just cautious, and when he gets as far as Farnon she huffs a warning. He tuts, but stops where he is, respecting her space and letting her get used to his presence.
"Don't be like that, mamae, we're all friends here. I've never heard that word before," directed to Farnon, "vet-uh-nare-ian." He says each segment slowly, careful not to trip over the Tevene syllables. "They tell me it means you care for animals."
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action; prior to any kidnappings
Talin's been in the Gallows for a day or two by the time he actually has time to step foot in the stables. Long enough to have been assigned a room, signed up for a division, talked to the various leaders and busybodies who want information from new recruits, and gotten at least an idea of who works where and what jobs he can take on to best achieve the Dread Wolf's goals for him. It's all just about as dreary and human and Andrastian as he was expecting, which doesn't make it any less bothersome, but at least he was adequately prepared.
At last, days after arriving in this stone prison, he's finally able to introduce himself to the horses. He's come to the stables prepared with apple slices, looking forward to spending a few hours getting acquainted with everyone in this organization who actually matters—
no, he shouldn't think like that, Fen'harel wouldn't approve.
Looking forward to spending a few hours in peace, then—
and meeting the man Riftwatch apparently trusts to take care of their animals. He'd been referenced with some Tevene-sounding word that Talin almost immediately forgot, something with a v? Their Horse Keeper. Hard to imagine a shem caring enough about their animals to give them the proper care, but ah, there again: a thought Fen'Harel wouldn't approve of.
He steps into the stables and immediately smiles to see the horses—the bearded human there gets the same smile, but it is quite clear that the warmth in it is for the animals, not the man.
"Hi," he says. His voice is pleasantly deep, with the lilting accent characteristic of the Dalish. "I've been told a man by the name of Farnon works here, would you be him?"
ty so much for your patience
He's running a hand over a horse's shoulder, affectionate but also checking that everything is in good order. When the newcomer speaks, both Siegfried and the horse glance that direction. Siegfried doesn't raise his voice, trusting that the new recruit is close enough to hear when he says, "I'm Farnon. I'm a veterinarian, so I'm don't exclusively work in the stables, but I'm here often enough. New arrival?"
Siegfried can hardly begrudge someone a preference for horses over people. He holds the same opinion himself. Still, no need to be impolite.
my turn to thank you, orz
Talin approaches the stall slowly, calm. The mare watches him warily, ears pricked and alert. They flick with each step closer he takes, not angry or frightened, just cautious, and when he gets as far as Farnon she huffs a warning. He tuts, but stops where he is, respecting her space and letting her get used to his presence.
"Don't be like that, mamae, we're all friends here. I've never heard that word before," directed to Farnon, "vet-uh-nare-ian." He says each segment slowly, careful not to trip over the Tevene syllables. "They tell me it means you care for animals."