Seren offered the gelding a reassuring scratch near his coarse mane as they threaded their way through the streets toward Anir Square. Neither rider nor horse was particularly thrilled with this unexpected errand into the heart of the city. But a message from the courier indicated a horse had come up lame near the Square and the owner was in need of immediate assistance. Both gelding and farrier had been much involved in their morning activities before the request arrived, one pleasantly enjoying breakfast, the other invested in routine chores. But a lame horse waits for no one.
The city was alive and bustling, the day only recently broken over the walls of the keep. The forge was only a short distance from Anir Square but the crowded streets delayed her significantly. Guiding the gelding past carts and pedestrians with care, the brunette adjusted her seat in the saddle, her haphazard tacking of the horse resulting in the saddle bags sitting uncomfortably against her buttocks and thigh. Hopefully this would be a quick inspection, provided she could find the horse in question.
There. A chestnut mare stood uncomfortably on the edge of the road, head dropped as her owner grasped the reins still draped over her neck. The farrier closed in on the pair, the rider's gaze lifting as he caught sight of the blacksmithing guild insignia emblazoned upon her horse's breastplate. Seren nodded in confirmation as she worked her way close enough to halt the gelding and dismount.
"Morning," she began, pulling her reins over her horse's head and nearing the pair. The young man, dressed well enough to suggest he was of the merchant class, canted his head in greeting, though his expression indicated he was expecting a male farrier. Brushing past the disappointment in his eyes Seren approached his mare who made only the faintest attempt to display her displeasure. "What happened?"
"She's been lethargic all morning," he answered as the farrier approached, her own horse standing in place at the end of her reins. "I don't think she pulled the shoe but I don't think I can continue on her. She's lamer than I've ever seen her."
Seren ran her hand down the length of the chestnut's front leg lingering at the fetlock before resting at her pastern. Her hand encircled the mare's coronet, palm pressed gently to the muddy coat. Scooting closer to the horse the farrier bent over and asked the mare to lift her leg, cupping the hoof as the horse complied. Pulling an iron pick from her pocket Seren gingerly cleaned the dirt and debris from the hollowed space, following the shoe as she inspected. Once cleaned the woman ran a finger along the sole, noting the uncomfortable shifting the mare displayed as she held the leg.
"Look," she indicated with the hoof pick to the now cleaned underside. The man paused before joining her in the inspection. "That leaking by the toe. She's got an abscess."
"Will it kill her?"
"No. But she'll be down for a bit. Get her back to your stable and I'll drain it. Where do you board her?"
"Northwest stables. She's not mine though. My Master will be disappointed with this news. She's his favorite mount." The fellow stood up straight with a sigh. Pulling off his gloves and straightening the belt on his hips he cast her a critical glance. "How long before she's well?"
"I don't know," Seren answered, lowering the mare's hoof and standing as well. "A few days? We'll see once it drains."
Her final words were drowned by a cart bungling past, the cacophony giving both her horse and the chestnut cause to prick their ears forward and tense. Turning from the man, Seren choked up on her horse's reins to avoid him spooking as the man moved closer to his mare. The commotion continued, seeming to originate in the Square, some feet ahead. All four creatures turned their attention to the increasing clamor nearby.
The city was alive and bustling, the day only recently broken over the walls of the keep. The forge was only a short distance from Anir Square but the crowded streets delayed her significantly. Guiding the gelding past carts and pedestrians with care, the brunette adjusted her seat in the saddle, her haphazard tacking of the horse resulting in the saddle bags sitting uncomfortably against her buttocks and thigh. Hopefully this would be a quick inspection, provided she could find the horse in question.
There. A chestnut mare stood uncomfortably on the edge of the road, head dropped as her owner grasped the reins still draped over her neck. The farrier closed in on the pair, the rider's gaze lifting as he caught sight of the blacksmithing guild insignia emblazoned upon her horse's breastplate. Seren nodded in confirmation as she worked her way close enough to halt the gelding and dismount.
"Morning," she began, pulling her reins over her horse's head and nearing the pair. The young man, dressed well enough to suggest he was of the merchant class, canted his head in greeting, though his expression indicated he was expecting a male farrier. Brushing past the disappointment in his eyes Seren approached his mare who made only the faintest attempt to display her displeasure. "What happened?"
"She's been lethargic all morning," he answered as the farrier approached, her own horse standing in place at the end of her reins. "I don't think she pulled the shoe but I don't think I can continue on her. She's lamer than I've ever seen her."
Seren ran her hand down the length of the chestnut's front leg lingering at the fetlock before resting at her pastern. Her hand encircled the mare's coronet, palm pressed gently to the muddy coat. Scooting closer to the horse the farrier bent over and asked the mare to lift her leg, cupping the hoof as the horse complied. Pulling an iron pick from her pocket Seren gingerly cleaned the dirt and debris from the hollowed space, following the shoe as she inspected. Once cleaned the woman ran a finger along the sole, noting the uncomfortable shifting the mare displayed as she held the leg.
"Look," she indicated with the hoof pick to the now cleaned underside. The man paused before joining her in the inspection. "That leaking by the toe. She's got an abscess."
"Will it kill her?"
"No. But she'll be down for a bit. Get her back to your stable and I'll drain it. Where do you board her?"
"Northwest stables. She's not mine though. My Master will be disappointed with this news. She's his favorite mount." The fellow stood up straight with a sigh. Pulling off his gloves and straightening the belt on his hips he cast her a critical glance. "How long before she's well?"
"I don't know," Seren answered, lowering the mare's hoof and standing as well. "A few days? We'll see once it drains."
Her final words were drowned by a cart bungling past, the cacophony giving both her horse and the chestnut cause to prick their ears forward and tense. Turning from the man, Seren choked up on her horse's reins to avoid him spooking as the man moved closer to his mare. The commotion continued, seeming to originate in the Square, some feet ahead. All four creatures turned their attention to the increasing clamor nearby.