
Vance was enjoying his work in the Tower, the extra work he had taken on to prove that he had the dedication, and on top of that the extra work that Garren had given him to help him become who he was to become. He found himself looking up to Garren in ways he had not looked up to some other Gaidin and Gaidar, and Garren seemed to not mind spending time with him when he could be with his Ward. Vance had seen the love in the man's eyes when he spoke of Angel (as Garren referred to her as), and Vance felt a small pang of jealousy. He had never known love like that, and she wondered if he ever would. The death of his parents had ripped his heart into pieces, and he did not know if it would be able to love again. If he would be able to love again.
He was stood outside of the stables with Calamity before him, preening in the sun. The filly's dark brown coat gleamed now he had given it a good and long brush. He was in his uniform, his hadori in place as always, though he had a light sheen of sweat covering his face and arms, where he had rolled his sleeves up. He was smiling, which was a rare sight these days, as he patted Calamity's neck, chuckling at the way she moved her head to nudge him gently.
"No, no more carrots, you greedy little monkey." He moved to the front and scratched her nose and then behind her ear, which was something she seemed to like.




