The Grey Tower

Vance took the rope from Garren, nodding his head slowly in understanding. "Yes sir, I know sir." His hand moved up and down the fillys neck, as he looked to the older man. "One of the next farms over war a friend of my Father's, he bred and raised horses for the Saldaean calvary. If I finished my chores early in the summer, Father used to let me go and help out at the other farm."c His friends used to call him simple for wanting to do more work, but Vance had loved it. And like that he remembered the greaves of his parents again.

"My oath, Garren, I will do this right." This was the type of gift beyond measure, especially seeing the horse who had fathered her.

“Then you have experience.” Garren said, nodding softly. “That will make this at least a little easier.” He released the rope into Vance’s hand, and allowed the other to take full control of the horse. He nodded to the other’s oath, knowing it was serious. “Then we should get to work, Vance.” He said, still holding that small smile. Over the next few hours they would do just that, allowing Vance to get used to Calamity, and she to him...