Vanyel Ashkevron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
peacockherald) wrote2013-12-16 09:16 pm
peacockherald) wrote2013-12-16 09:16 pm
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Tylendel x Van University AU
Vanyel looked around the campus dubiously, back pack over his shoulder and lunch in hand in a small brown bag. He could see his mother, in his head, all a flutter over the idea of him carrying a brown bag sort of lunch! She had always liked the finer things, and he thought if he had not put his foot down she might be fluttering after him in her skirts and any number of attendants and assistants.
Thankfully, that was not the case, though with a pang he admitted he missed her company now, and the fair weather company of what friends he had had at school (not withstanding his brothers, who were more about giving him noogies than companionship). Looking around the tree-laden campus, he wondered where he was going to sit, if there was a protocol for it. He was sure it wasn't like his high school, but you never knew. Suddenly, so much freedom was... daunting.
Licking his lips, he made his way slowly down the steps and towards the grass, edging his way towards a free tree, perhaps a little frightened some boy twice his weight would come barreling up and tackle him (it had happened before, on many occasions).
Thankfully, that was not the case, though with a pang he admitted he missed her company now, and the fair weather company of what friends he had had at school (not withstanding his brothers, who were more about giving him noogies than companionship). Looking around the tree-laden campus, he wondered where he was going to sit, if there was a protocol for it. He was sure it wasn't like his high school, but you never knew. Suddenly, so much freedom was... daunting.
Licking his lips, he made his way slowly down the steps and towards the grass, edging his way towards a free tree, perhaps a little frightened some boy twice his weight would come barreling up and tackle him (it had happened before, on many occasions).
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He nodded. "Oh yes. I learned to take the horses through warm ups, though I'm much to tall and big to be a jockey. I raised a few actually. My latest is Star, but I have to leave her behind when I came here." He said it sadly, almost wistfully. "She's to gentle to race, but she makes a good riding mare and I'm sure soon my father will option to breed her."
A decision he would have no part in, of course, making his brow darken. He would probably go home and Star would be fat with a foal. Only his presence had kept the mare from being bred, and he would lose his riding companion when she was.