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[call_me_shane]

Out in the stables, a man is singing. He doesn't have a bad voice, really, just one that is untrained, and a bit rough. He finds it helps the horses relax, since they've been mighty keyed up since the wolves started howling outside, for the past few days

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[eternal_boy]

Perhaps he'll find, sometime later, a small bag of red and green tied to the door of the stables with a note that reads 'Happy St. Nicholas' Day' and contains sweet, warm cookies.

[call_me_shane]

Well. Isn't that something.

Shane scratches the back of his head as he stands in the breezeway, deciding the best use for a bag of cookies.

In the end, they are split between himself and his horse.

Small blessings should be shared.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne hasn't been to see Ferreus in a little while and she decides to fix that tonight. She's a little surprised to hear singing in the stables, heading down the row until she finds the source.

"Evening."

[call_me_shane]

Shane looks up from where he was giving his own horse a good scratching.
"Evenin', ma'am." He replies, with a polite nod. He's a clean-cut man, slender and wiry, who looks... very much in place, here.

[song_tra_bong]

She closes the distance to Ferreus's stall, the horse whickering when he sees her. She placates his need for affection, throwing a smile over her shoulder to Shane.

"Don't think I've seen you around before."

[call_me_shane]

"Mostly about early mornings, ma'am, before most folk are up." His voice is soft, and gentle, with a faint lilt to it that might be from time spent in Tennessee, but it's hard to tell.
"Easier to get things done, horses are more peaceful."