The Royal Stables, Corus, Tortall - June

[kawalsky]

Short notice trips always started with a To Do list a mile long. Kawalsky was onto number 5 on his mental list and was repacking his bag for a third time. Ranger, one of the horses Raoul had gifted him with upon joining the King's Own, watched on from his stall, as if hoping that an apple would somehow mysteriously appear from the bag. His other gelding, Glock, seemed to be pointedly ignoring him. Charlie didn't claim to understand the horses. He was just glad he didn't fall off as often any more.

[OOC: For ze Tortallans.]