#rivervale_lodge

The horse rescue location is a sad sight, over a dozen animals (Mostly horses but some ponies and a mule) that show fear and weakness alike. The vampires didn't care about cleanliness... and they have drained the horses to the point of anemia. The werewolves were good at spreading blood, but left the clean up to the kinfolk.

Tucker, with his banalty reduced, seems to have a real gift with the animals.

He can't communicate as easy as a non pooka with PEOPLE but hey.

It almost breaks Sam's heart to have an animal skitter back from her in fear! Panic.

"Whoaaa..." Soothing tone, gentle hands.

Oh they are not fae steeds. Simplier, not as intelligent, and their bloodlines are more muddled. These are the cast offs, the ones who couldn't be afforded anymore (If they were lucky) or just plain suffered abuse before they were taken away by authorities. Even before the vampires some of them had been through much.

Sam has been refuse - thrown away, neglected, forgotten. She understands these horses, perhaps even better than she understands Storm and Star."

Connor has come along, bundled up with a hooded sweater but stolidly refusing to complain about that necessity. "It's chilly out anyways," He lies with a smile, refusing to be bothered by a bit of a sweaty neck.

He approaches the horses and... just sits with them. Some he talks to, some he offers apples, others he is just nearby and offering a calming presence. Otherwise he does whatever his Knight commands, be it fetch, carry, or... doing the Doody Duty.

He's not alone in Doody Duty, mind.

Connor is a charming boy, and the kinfolk take a liking to him. The owner .. freed from ghouling seems dazed but glad for the sudden influx of help.

And Sam? Sam can see she's made a good choice in bringing her squire. These animals need gentle hearted folks and he is one.

She might need to hold him back from too many apples - "You don't want them to get a tummy ache, remember when you ate that whole pie?"

And yes these horses are cast offs, left behinds, the 'sorry we just can't HELPs' and the 'nothing but trouble this animal' or even 'this one is ..defective'

Gerd is here too, mostly to memorize the area so she can get them out of here fast or returned fast

Dagmar immediately loves them all, though they might not trust her yet. The big girl has learned to be quiet and still, to let the horses inspect her on their own terms.

Gerd watches her little brother and her knight, and hangs back, "How are you guys so patient?" She whispers gently

Shrug. "You just gotta be."

Gerd nods "I'm gonna work the people.. never saw a group of folks who didn't appreciate food support after a tragedy"

"There's that, for sure. Hearth it up."

Gerd takes her basket to focus on that.

And a little boy eyes Connor as he works with the horses "That's Papichulo... he's blind in one eye so don't approach him from the side"

The boy in question is wearing black. Perhpas he's the son of one of the now dead volunteers

"Important." A nod.

So much room to ride here though. 17 acres!

And fences are being repaired so they can be used

"Wish I was better at magic, so I could help heal them more direct..."

Tucker looks over "Don't worry, soon enough they'll all be calling you Cobber by name"

"Hard Yakka though" He sighs

"Hard Yakka?"

"Exactly" he nods "Glad to see you speak Oz and figured out I mean sweat and strain" Tucker already has one horse warming to him a lot, nuzzling him . he laughs at that "Here now, I'm not pretty enough for you"

Blink.

"Right then."

Glamour flows from Tucker and seems to move about the horses... summer light

"Ah. Like Sylvi then. Can I help? Need juice?"

"Well, I don't DISLIKE Sylvi..." He says seeming confused, but offers a hand to take some glamour if she's offering

She gives some of her own, since she doesn't have a helpful magic.

It seems more mental than physical, putting the horses to ease... letting their terror fade.

Or rather, infusing them with happiness. He's really good at manipulating nature though

One horse , weak and wobbly from too much blood loss, looks at Dagmar with a bit of hope in her eyes as the cantrip gives her some, and the troll's natural kindness draws her.

"Hey baby-girl." She gives good ear-scritches.

Oh Dagmar might end up used as a prop to hold the horse's head

She's tired. And weak. And life has sucked

It has. But scritches are good, yes?

Oh yes. To be touched by kind hands...kind living hands. Hands that give and do not take.

Soothing soft words. Good girl, pretty girl.

Tucker smiles, and does what pooka sometimes do to make things go smoothly. He keeps his yap shut. The girl's got a knack

And SYLVI finds herself next to Gerd and Flopsy

A quick look around, and she hands the food supplies she brought over to Gerd. "Thanks for the lift."

"Witch Way is Best way" She says

A grin, and then she tries to find Dagmar.