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[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[shri]

Meet me in the stables. It is time you gained familiarity.

[ Like she was one to dictate this girl's lessons, like a mother declaring such things. The tone is certainly of one. Brooks no arguments at least, like a tug on the ear to
a firm lesson. They are going for a ride.

Somewhere, that no one could overhear them, not even accidentally to mistake them. ]

[rathercommon]

That -

[ Is quite a bossy tone. But, well, she does need to learn. ]

Right now?

[shri]

[ Hum. ] Right now.

[rathercommon]

Well - all right. I suppose. I'll meet you there.

[shri]

[ and there she is, just the same. Dressed for a ride. No more than what is provided by the Inquisition, save for a decent pair of riding boots she'd gone out of her way to pay for. They would be worth every coin she paid for them.

Picked out the horse she'd taken on the journey with her. Used to the mares nature now. A decent one she could not be more fond of as she's well on the way to saddling her up again. Carting the hardtack about, checking the straps as she went. At least there was no extra weight to carry this time. A ride for ride's sake, so far as that went. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty shows up dressed in her normal style - practical, unremarkable. A bit better suited to walking than riding, but it'll do. She gives the horses pretty wide berth as she walks, side-eyeing them rather warily. When she gets to Lakshmi, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, gives a little shrug of greeting, and says: ]

Hullo.

[shri]

Greetings.

[ It's muffled where she grunts with the heavy yank she gives the ladder. Until she's done making sure it isn't going to move, testing with a firm yank. Then patting down the horse with a firm, caring hand, an assurance for the familiarity. ] Catch. [ The bridle is thrown one-handed towards Kitty, a jangling bundle of leather and metal parts.

But whether she catches or has to pick it up off the ground, Lakshmi lets her do it without much comment, busying herself checking the height of the stirrups. ]

[rathercommon]

[ She catches - catlike reflexes, this one - and frowns at the complicated bundle of mystery straps. ]

What on earth is this?

[shri]

Tack. Bridle to be exact.

[ A called over hum as she gets one stirrup in place, walking around the back of the horse to begin the process again. A brief assessment of Kitty in the meantime. Not so tall, not so short. ]

Think of what you have already seen and try to work out the top.

[rathercommon]

The top - of what? Of the horse?

[ Please tell her that's not something that needs to be worked out. ]

[shri]

[ Can you feel her rolling her eyes? ]

The top of the bridle and reigns. Try to work out how you are supposed to put it on.

[ She'll come over there and tug your ear, Kitty, just you wait. ]

[rathercommon]

Oh.

[ She flushes just a bit. But, gamely, she tries to untangle it, frowning in some distress as she finds that...well, it's baffling. Still, through one-quarter logic and three-quarters luck, she manages to hold it up (eventually) in something vaguely resembling its actual configuration. ]

I guess?

[shri]

[ She finishes up her adjustments as Kitty works out what she's holding. Coming back around to inspect Kitty's best guess and when she has it, she leans over to grip her shoulder once and firm in approval before she carries on. ]

Very good.

[ She takes it off her and steps forward to lead the horse into it. Hooking over its ears, jostling a moment to get the horse to take the bit. ] Always reward an animal, when it does as you ask. For so little, they will give you a thousand in return. More so then most people will ever give you. They deserve every kindness for it.

[ And she does in return, each little adjustment is given low soothing words, affectionate smoothing hands. ] Try not to let them eat when they have the bit in their mouth. [ It's a gruff laugh, moving about the room. ] They won't choke, but they'll make a mess of it every time, and it means they're distracted when you're riding.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty's face is troubled, though, as she looks at the horse with the bridle. Finally, she gives voice to what's troubling her: ]

Doesn't that hurt?

[shri]

[ And if there is ever a question that Lakshmi could want to hear asked more, she couldn't think of one right now. As if it didn't make her more certain about the lessons she needed to impart, and quickly.

She keeps busy, adjusting, soothing, adjusting again. ]

Not by itself, no. But it can hurt them if you are heavy handed with the reigns when you direct them. If you meet a horse with a hard mouth, it has had bad riders. But if you are careful, use a light hand, and make sure to check as you put it on? You will not hurt them and your task will be much easier.

[rathercommon]

Oh. Okay.

[ Kitty doesn't look entirely convinced - that stuff all looks miserable - but...Lakshmi looks very certain of it. And it's not like the horse is trying to spit it out.

Out loud, she speculates: ]

I suppose it's not like the buses we used to get around were any better.

[shri]

[ once everything is in place, she hooks the reigns around her hand, and gestures for Kitty to step out of the way. ]

Buses? What are those?

[rathercommon]

What? Oh. Er -

[ How to describe it to someone from the past? ]

They're sort of...carriages, but ones that can carry fifty people at once. And not pulled by horses. They're powered by magic.

[shri]

Ah [ she nods, surprising that might be butshe comes from an off place in between this world and the next. ] Like a train?

[ but it's just small talk for the time being as she walks the horse forward into her back step. Until it's out of the stable and she beckons Kitty once more. ] Come. I'm going to show you how to mount by yourself. Pick your strong side, right or left, and go to that side of her. She's not skittish thing, but be firm on you grip.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh, this looks like a bad idea. This seems like a bad idea. Kitty looks at the horse, mistrust in her eyes - but, slowly, moves to the left side. ]

All right.

[shri]

Alright grip the saddle horn, first - [ she shows her, brief touch to the handle for want of a better term in the middle of the front of the saddle. Then she goes back to the rather more important task of keeping the horse on a short lead to keep her still and straight. Feeling the soft nicker in response. ]

Once you've got a hold, put your left foot into the stirrup.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty, who's spent the last four years of her life balancing on gables and shimmying up drainpipes and slipping down chimneys, is not terribly challenged by this order. ]

All right.

[shri]

Now jump with the leg on the ground, push down with the one the stirrup and once you're at the height you need, swing your leg over the other side.

[Because it was that easy, of course. ]

[rathercommon]

[ But it's fairly intuitive - and pretty natural for a thief like her. She bites her lip nervously - eyeing the horse skeptically - but then pushes, twists, and settles, rather gracefully sitting atop the saddle. ]

Oh.

[ By her face, she's a little alarmed and creeped out by the sensation of being on top of a living creature, but - she's there. ]

[shri]

[ she pets the horse's nose to keep it steady as Kitty gets ready to move - adjusts to it. A warm earnest smile when she does it. Effort always ought to be rewarded, and she's a little pleased. City children did not always respond so well to animals. ]

Well done. Your first attempt too. Most do not always manage it so well.

[ She would always encourage even the smallest sign of bravery, trying. But still, on with the instruction, coming around the side. Unravelling the reigns over her leather gloves as she goes. ]

Your form is good. But keep your heels down, press into the stirrup. [ As she gets closer, she holds up the reigns for her to take. ]