Of course Aislan would have the job of helping with the horses. She felt comfortable and at ease with such a responsibility. The horses would need company, and not just from their fellow steeds. The hostler knew her job, and would do it to the best of her ability. Her job was not as important as Poppy's was, or even as the good bards'. Even as such, the horses needed somewhere to go...right?
Then Gandalf read from Andreth's book, and randomly selected the page that described the Stables and how to get there. The words of the passage repeated in Aislan's mind, of the cedar stalls and the saddles and the fine bridles and bits. Aislan couldn't imagine what lay inside the castle if the stables were so well built and supplied.
Aislan wondered if anyone would stay in the stables with her. She was distracted though, by the slight tension between Midnight and Rustal, who were grazing nearby. Aislan walked over the both the horses, but was careful with Rustal. She put one hand on each horse's forehead, and whispered gently to Midnight. The horse snorted, and turned his back to Rustal. Aislan smiled and shook her head. The horses acted the same way as some of the people in the company did.
[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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