-----For now, Thunder proves little help. The stallion nudges and pushes at Sol’s back with his nose as if wanting the Gorian’s attention back on him.
-----Sol agrees with Jeilin amiably, "Yes, there isn't a great deal o' difference between them at a glance. If we had more time, mayhap. Still, they should all prove sound... they're a good strong team. Choose one ye feel comfortable with, an' in th' meantime, I going t'let Thunder out a'fore he lets himself out." He turns to his attention seeking mount and grins, "Alright, ye've made yer point, ye great lout. Come on." Walking over to the gate, Sol then opens it for Thunder to leave the fenced in area, closing it should the stallion leave.
-----Jeilin returns her gaze to the horses, arms crossed. Shrugging, she then simply waves and calls out to them, choosing the first one that might respond or approach the fence.
-----Thunder trots outside the fence, then grazes outside it while Sol closes the gate.
-----At Jeilin’s urging, the horses appear to give little notice. They simply stand about, swishing their tails at the occasional fly.
-----"Grass is greener, huh?" Sol mutters to Thunder, following the creature over to where he grazes. He leans his head into his steed's flank briefly, eyeing the penned in area and adding quietly, "I understand."
-----Leaving Thunder to munch in contentment, the Gorian makes his way over to Jeilin and leans on the fence next to where she stands. Smiling, he offers some advice, "Normally I'd suggest offering one o' them a treat, but I doubt this place can spare their produce fer such things. Ye may just want t'head in there an' get t'know one o' them up close."
-----"Okay," the priestess nods at the suggestion. She keeps her eye on the horses as she walks along the fence to the gate, opens it, then hesitates for a bit before closing it, as is the proper thing to do. Apparently having nothing else to consider, she simply starts with the one closest to her, and slowly approaches it to test its reaction.
-----Suddenly, the first dark horse rears up, whinnying with anger. Its hooves beat the air over Jeilin as she backs up. Just as sudden, before anyone can move further, a second horse moves toward the Astral Priestess. However, this horse calmly imposes its body between Jeilin and the angry horse.
-----The rearing horse then puts his hooves down and dashes away toward the opposite end of the fenced in area, shaking its head furiously.
-----Jeilin then finds herself staring into the dark eyes of the black horse who saved her.
-----"Jeilin, are ye right?" Sol asks in concern as he carefully climbs over the fence, keeping a surprised eye on the horse that reacted harshly.
-----"Mmm, I am," Jeilin nods in response to Sol. Now she stands still and seems transfixed on the calm horse before her. "It's a sure sign, isn't it?" she says as she carefully reaches out a hand to touch the horse's neck.
-----Thunder snorts again and stamps his hoof. Just then, Lovan approaches with an impatient expression on his face. Seeing Sol and Jeilin on the inside of the fence, he asks in a loud voice, “Have we not tarried long enough?”
-----"It seems ye've become hard o' hearing, Lovan. Within th' hour, like I said before." Sol replies as he carefully approaches the first horse that reacted poorly to the priestess' presence. "Now, if ye can get Dilton t'see if he can arrange a saddle fer Jeilin's new horse, we can probably make it soon." As the Zanyrian continues to get to know her mount, Sol gives a quick inspection of the other horse, wanting to be satisfied that nothing is amiss with it.
-----"Thank you Sol, I best learn as much as I can about all this," Jeilin says with a look of concentration on her face, though she steals a glance at the angry horse every once in a while waiting for Dilton. She then prepares herself for the ride ahead as best she can, with the little time that is left.
-----Sol approaches the horse as Lovan sourly searches out Dilton. The steed seems healthy and robust, but becomes edgy and nervous during the Gorian’s attention. The horse continues to shy away as Thunder whinnies for his master across the fence from him.
-----Dilton soon emerges from the stables carrying a saddle in his arms. A smile beams on his face as he walks up to the fence gate. Nodding at the horse by Jeilin, he says to the priestess, “Ye finds a right nice horse there.”
-----"That she has." Sol agrees amiably, motioning for Dilton to enter the pen. Sol leaves the fenced of area as the other man comes in, and announces, "Alright, let's start getting ready t'leave." The Gorian then retrieves his own saddle and bags, and moves to prepare Thunder for riding - not that the stallion seemed to need much convincing.