Sun Climber, Star Dancer
I might make this into some Silverthore lore art, though I don't have any characters in Silverthorne.
Even still, it's something I'm proud of and I want to show people. XD
Drawing is a hobby of mine, but I do more of cross stitch than anything else really. Haven't done some in a long time because of school.
For those of you who are wondering, I graduated from college with my AS degree in Vet Technology. I have my license and am still looking for a job as a LVT. XD
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Meole Glenmorian Renegade Accepted
Lucyus Glenmorian Commoner Accepted
Lady Impatiens Glenmorian Royal Doe Accepted
Duke Amébée Glenmorian Lesser Royal Accepted
1. Meole Glenmore, Renegade
2. Duke Amébée Glenmore
3. Lady Impatiens Glenmore
4. Lucyus Glenmore
5. Pending Plot TBD
6. Pending Plot TBD
7. PENDING HARPG
8. PENDING HARPG
Horse reference templateHow to write a stable journal? ║ ▶ Horse reference template ◀
Another guide/tutorial thingie! Yes, this is free to use. Yes, credit me. Yes, link back to this journal! That's all I ask. Thank you!
You can make this as advanced as you want it to be.
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Writing a stable journal is, for me, a pain in the ass. I have no idea what I wanna write and I think there are more people out there who have the same. That's why I came up with this! I hope this will help everyone!
If you used this, please give credit to me/link back to this journal. I'll appreciate it!
1. The stable
3.1 With reference
4.1 Breeding terms
4.2 Breeding program
5. Other tips
5.1 Multiple journals
5.2 Point journals
1. The stable
The chocolate colt ran through the wood, twisting and turning through the dense trees. The 3 year old was feeling the effects of the warm spring day and so wanted to enjoy it with a quick run. Tufts of milk chocolate fur drifted through the air and landed on the ground, scraped off when he ran through the trees. Slowing down to a walk, Amébée looked for a stream to drink from. Running made him thirsty.
Lifting his head, he listened with all his might before walking in the direction of the stream. Finding it, he started to drink, taking in his fill. Once his belly was full of water, he lifted his head to gaze around the area. He saw a golden doe on the other side of the stream and paid more attention.
The doe, she looked familiar. Where had he seen her before?
The strolled through the glenwood somewhat outside Lord Pietro’s glade. She had been working there since she had turned two. That was two years now and it felt like an eternity. Adults surely said two years were a short time and Aila surely had not learned all the tricks of the trade - not even close. She remembered how much she had loved the work even without magic when she had started. She had always had the picture of her mother Sorina in front of herself. A great herbalist - that was what she always had wanted to become. Until she realised that the work as a gardener had little to do with what her mother did. It was far closer to what she had always seen her aunt Salem doing. She had enjoyed it and her wish to become a herbalist had slowly faded. But now even gardening did not bring her the satisfaction she used to have felt. In a royal glade you could not just walk around and grow whatever you fancied after all. Salem had much more freedom in that. She had her own little den she could do as she pleased and when she was gardening in Sorina’s sanctuary, she could just ignore Sorina’s protests against the ‘fancy stuff that only will lead into more work that isn’t necessary’.
Aila froze in place. Was she actually considering to quit and return to her mother? The filly shook her head violently. No. That was just an incredibly ingrate thought and she internally scolded herself for even thinking about it.
She sighed. Why again had she come out here? Aila tried to focus, but she couldn’t seem to do quite so. It was just then when she spotted a figure observing her from some distance. Aila peeked over, eyes squinting in concentration. She knew him. She had met him before, she knew him!
She took a few steps closer before it slowly dawned upon her: “A-Amébée?”, she more asked than addressed him. “I-I hardly recognized you with all that grey in your coat.” Gaining her composure back she offered him a big smile: “It’s good to see you! I can use the company of a friend”
When the doe spoke to him, Amébée started and took a step back. He didn’t expect the doe to notice him and...speak to him. But he took a step closer regardless, his dark ears perked.
“Aila?” He splashed through the stream to gently nose her neck gently. Yup, same golden pelt and facial markings.
“I-I hardly recognized you with all that grey in your coat.”
Amébée huffed. He took a step back and puffed out his chest, pretending to be offended. “Mum said it was something called ‘roan’. I got it from her, though it’s not that bad. I’m still dark enough for society, or something of that sort.” He relaxed soon enough though, an easy smile soon on his face. Even though he was a Duke, he hated being all puffed up; it didn’t feel natural.
“It’s good to see you! I can use the company of a friend”
Amébée tilted his head. “Huh? What do you mean by that Aila? Is everything not going so well?” His melty eyes gazed into hers, concern swimming in them. “Hey, I know what will cheer you up! How’s the bed of…” He furrowed his brow, trying to remember the herb they planted a couple years ago. How long ago it felt. Finally it came to him.
“Rosemary! How’s the bed of rosemary doing? Can I see it?” He moved to her side again, nosing the smaller doe’s neck in his excitement.
The filly was irritated for a moment as the colt seemed to be insulted. The impression however immediately vanished and Amébée asked her, whether things had not been going well for her. Aila shook her head, giving him another smile: “Nono. I’m fine. Sometimes you just have to trust in Óganach and hold on to what he blesses you with.” She was relieved when Amébée asked about their rosemary bed. They had created the round bed when they first met and Aila had taken good care of it.
“Oh, yes, sure! Come”, she invited him with one of those happy squeals she used to give so much more often formerly. Something had changed after Aethelstan had returned. Something had changed indeed. But now she would no longer ponder. Now it was time to play with an old playmate who knew nothing of all this. It set her quite at ease to have the company of a totally fresh eyed Amébée. He had been like that as a tiny fawn already. Aila was just slightly older than him, but at their age this year made quite a difference. She could look down on him and smile and imagine he was her little brother. Wait. She could not look down on him any longer, she realized while they walked next to each other. They were pretty much at the same height now. The filly bumped into his side: “Hey you’ve grown! You are going to over take me soon”, a happy giggle escaped her: “You will be tall and strong like your father!” When they had met first, Aila had been completely unaware of his father or his particular position. Today she knew what it meant even if Amébée only hold the title of a Duke. It was not that it made a difference to Aila. She hardly cared. But she had seen the Crown Prince and she liked him. He looked strong and firm, but she had also felt that he had warmth and kindness even though he had not directly shown that.
“There we are”, she said with a proud smile beaming over her face. The bed was still covered with mats she had woven out of reeds. She had placed them there before the first frost in early winter to protect the plant. With a quick gesture she removed the mats and threw them on a pile next to the rosemary bed. She nodded contently.
Then suddenly she had an idea: “You know what? Rosemary really likes it warm. We could add an outer circle of gravel to our bed to keep the warmth of the soil inside the bed.” That was better! Her spirits were back. Amébée was the best that could have happened to her today.
“Hey you’ve grown! You are going to over take me soon”, a happy giggle escaped her: “You will be tall and strong like your father!”
Amebee pranced a little at her exclamation. “Of course I grew taller, my mum tells me that I’m growing like a weed.” He nudged her gently. At her mention of his father, Amebee returned to a normal walk.
“I hope so. If I turn out to be almost exactly like him, I’ll be happy.” He smiled at her and nipped her ear in a playful manner. He followed her closely, even though as a fawn he found his way to her on his own.
When she mentioned that the plants liked it warm and wanted to add a border of gravel to the bed, he nodded. “Sounds good to me, though you know more about them than I do.” He lowered his head to snuff at the plants, but jumped back when a spark connected with his outstretched hoof. Ear swept back, he took a few hesitant steps back, away from the growing plants. “What just happened?”
Aila furrowed her brow ever so slightly: “Weed? Who would call you weed!” but she dropped the thought as he playfully nibble her ear. It was possibly a joke she didn’t quite understand. He was definitely a good colt. Everyone would see that - particularly his mother for sure.
The golden filly focused on the plant they were examining, hearing Amébée giving his approval to her suggestion. But then all of a sudden he froze like struck by a lightning before backing up some from the bed. Confused she turned her head back at her friend who asked her, what had just happened. “I was going to ask you the same”, Aila murmured, eyes wide in a weird state between shock and relieve: “Are you okay?”
“Are you okay?”
Amebee turned to look at her, his ears still back. “I-I think so. Something zapped me when I stepped forward to see how the plants were doing.” He felt a little tingly, like something was awakened that was previously sleeping in him.
Chalking it up to a fluke, he stepped towards the plants again, placing his front hooves down delicately around them. But the second he picked up and placed his right hoof down, a spark ran up his leg and through his body, greening the small patch of grass beneath his hoof. He stepped back and stared at the small patch, greener than the surrounding grass. He looked up at Alia, confusion written on his face.
“Did I do that? But….how?” He scrunched up his face, not sure how it happened. Hopefully Alia knew.
The young doe tilted her head somewhat when Amébée tried to explain what had happened. She was puzzled but kept watching the colt as he examined the place where the thing had occurred. And then it happened again. And this time Aila caught the details. The grass was greening and Aila could see the tiny sprout of a daisy leaving the earth. Ame again drew back his face puzzled until he managed to stammer the question that was already obviously written across his eyes.
“It’s magic, Amébée! It’s your magic.” She drew closer to him as she lowered her head towards the perfect green grass: “Look, you greened this. My friend Mordred also did it unconsciously for a long time - he even had magic very early too.” The filly assumed that casting magic unconsciously was a sign of particular talent. At this moment she didn’t remember that her very first encounter of her own magic had been unconscious too. “You’re good at it! Try that again and let’s see what you can do if you think about it rather than doing it accidentally” She gave him an encouraging nudge at his neck.
Amébée looked to Aila when she encouraged him to try again. His ears swept back in uncertainty, he nodded. “Alright, I think I can do that.”
He shifted around, not used to doing magic. But finally he worked up his nerve and concentrated on the earth below him. He felt something crackle within and as he watched, the grass below his feet started to take on a brighter green and various daisies poke through as well.
He felt the energy flowing through him, extending even, to the small rosemary plants. They brightened, turning from an almost woody color to a brilliant silver green color, some topped with cornflower blue flowers. Finally, he had to stop and he wobbled before sinking to his knees. Looking around him blearily, he tried to take stock in what he accomplished. From where he was laying in the lush grass, to Aila and then to the outermost reaches of the Rosemary circle, the grass was green and lush, daisies poked their multi-colored heads threw it to greet the sun, and most importantly the rosemary plants were cheerfully waving their flower heads in the small breeze that happened to go by.
His stomach growled, almost startling him. He reached over and took a mouthful of the lush grass and as he chewed, marveled at how juicy it was. He didn’t try to get up, not yet anyways; his limbs still felt a little numb and he suddenly felt tired.
Aila had always had a particular love for magic. And she had a particular love for rosemary ever since she had met Aethelstan for the first time. And Aila was a dedicated friend with a particular love for every fawnling she counted into her friendhood. And here she had all in one place. The dark colt, his magic awakening and her beloved rosemary plants. She had never witnessed a fawnling using magic for the first time besides herself, but she had hardly noticed when that had happened.
The golden filly just stood there beaming at the scene. Her own magic seemed to tremble when daisies poked their heads up beneath her feet, but when Amébée started to grow the rosemary circle the two had planted together two years ago, she could not help but give a little boost with her own magic. She reached to their roots and felt how they searched for deeper soil, wandering around with their thousands of arms through the earth.
Then Amébee stopped. There was not much they could have done above what they had accomplished already, so Aila turned her head towards him. He was chewing on some of the grass he had greened himself and Aila caught a surprised hint in his eyes as if he was astonished about how grass tasted when you worked magic on it in the first place. The golden filly laughed and picked up a mouthful herself before laying down next to him.
“Look at our beautiful rosemary.” she murmured, nuzzling the colts mane. She remembered all too well how they had carried soil from the nearby woods to this place for the bed they had created. They were so young and they had been overly proud of their accomplishment. And Aila had taken good care of the herbs. And now they were in full bloom, thanks to the young duke at her side.
“Look at our beautiful rosemary.”
Amébée looked at the rosemary bed and a smile slowly appeared on his face. “Yes, it is beautiful, isn’t it?” He felt Aila nuzzle his mane and he chuckled. “If you’re not careful, you’ll get hairs stuck to you.” He gently nuzzled her back, grateful for her friendship.
Another breeze rippled through the glade, bobbing the flowers and ruffling the manes of the fawns resting together. Getting a bright idea, he got up and gently plucked a rosemary plant. Turning to Aila, he tried to tuck the plant behind her ear, but it drooped over her face instead. Huffing, he tried to fix it but got bits of plant stuck on her face. Finally getting it right, he stood back to admire his work.
The plant drooped, the color still brilliant, but the leaves slightly scattered over Aila’s face. “There, you are now the queen of herbs.” Amébée settled back down next to his friend, content for the time being.
The day started to soften into the twilight hours, and Amébée took his leave of the glade. Looking back, he saw the heads of the rosemary plants still softly waving in the air. He smiled and dipped his head.“Farewell, until we meet again.”