A handful of Immortals and several more trainees assisted in returning the Annuaki horses to their stables. It was the last of four days of training, and for most of the morning and afternoon, drills were practiced outside of the walls of Annuakat to train the Madrasa of War's young conscripts to fight from horseback. While it was indeed possible to do in Ragash, Uvogin preferred the high-quality facilities that Annuakat had to offer.
The captain looked over green pastures and well-kept grounds from a balcony; A dark, rich cup of steaming coffee rested on the wooden railing at his waist. The Immortals and trainees would return to their temporary barracks and rest for the evening before returning to Ragash the next day. Instead of wearing his fearsome black armor, Uvogin wore a pale, lightly colored tunic and shawl. Subtle golden cuffs squeezed the single, thin braid of hair that hung over the side of his face, and a gold bracelet dangled on his wrist.
He turned in from the balcony, coffee in hand, and returned to his host.
"Again, I thank you for lending your horses to us." He flatly addressed Mago Matahari.
The captain looked over green pastures and well-kept grounds from a balcony; A dark, rich cup of steaming coffee rested on the wooden railing at his waist. The Immortals and trainees would return to their temporary barracks and rest for the evening before returning to Ragash the next day. Instead of wearing his fearsome black armor, Uvogin wore a pale, lightly colored tunic and shawl. Subtle golden cuffs squeezed the single, thin braid of hair that hung over the side of his face, and a gold bracelet dangled on his wrist.
He turned in from the balcony, coffee in hand, and returned to his host.
"Again, I thank you for lending your horses to us." He flatly addressed Mago Matahari.