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feredarTitle: Hobbies
Year: 951 FY, 957 FY, 958 FY, 963 FY
Characters: Princess Kesshare
Warnings: Mention of parental death
Notes: Cria and mother camel.
For her sixth birthday, her uncle gave her her first cria.
Her father had died just a month earlier, and she had just moved into the King's household, and he had wanted to give her something that would make her happy.
Kesshare began to spend most of her time with her cria, raising him and training him and learning how to ride.
When she was twelve, she told the King she wanted a cow to breed with her bull, now that he was old enough. He was a little surprised at her request--camel-breeding wasn't a common hobby of either the royal family or her father's House. But it was an easy enough one to fill, and kept his niece busy and contented, which was probably best for everyone.
Fifteen months later, Kesshare had her second cria to train--a little female. She was more tempremental than her sire by far, which made the training that much more fun.
Kesshare began researching the top bloodlines herself at this point. While she wouldn't have full control of her inheritance for another year and a half, when she turned fifteen, she had enough funds at her disposal to start properly building a herd. And she was determined to have the very best.
She had a respectable herd by age eighteen. She'd bought another pair to start mixing in new bloodlines. While her cousins were uninterested in the markets, Kesshare went every season to augment her herd.
She was also considering consorts. She was young--to avoid quicklighting and early widowhood, most fire-mages waited until at least twenty-five for serious courting. But Kesshare had plans, and needed a secure dynasty soon.
She’d narrowed down to four bloodlines--Loquelin, Direlas, Issaril, Arosshin. All were non-mage, wealthy, and had appropriate-aged second or third sons and political ties she could draw on when making her move.
Kesshare spent time every day with her herd. When her schemes failed, when things were messy enough that blame might fall on her, she found a certain peace among the beasts she had been governing since she was six.
Her favorite was a near-white female, still not mature. She already had her eye on a male of a particular line she hadn't yet integrated. He would be difficult to obtain--the family that owned his line never sold the prime stock--but everything worth having came at a price. And, if one planned far enough ahead, no setback was insurmountable.
Year: 951 FY, 957 FY, 958 FY, 963 FY
Characters: Princess Kesshare
Warnings: Mention of parental death
Notes: Cria and mother camel.
For her sixth birthday, her uncle gave her her first cria.
Her father had died just a month earlier, and she had just moved into the King's household, and he had wanted to give her something that would make her happy.
Kesshare began to spend most of her time with her cria, raising him and training him and learning how to ride.
When she was twelve, she told the King she wanted a cow to breed with her bull, now that he was old enough. He was a little surprised at her request--camel-breeding wasn't a common hobby of either the royal family or her father's House. But it was an easy enough one to fill, and kept his niece busy and contented, which was probably best for everyone.
Fifteen months later, Kesshare had her second cria to train--a little female. She was more tempremental than her sire by far, which made the training that much more fun.
Kesshare began researching the top bloodlines herself at this point. While she wouldn't have full control of her inheritance for another year and a half, when she turned fifteen, she had enough funds at her disposal to start properly building a herd. And she was determined to have the very best.
She had a respectable herd by age eighteen. She'd bought another pair to start mixing in new bloodlines. While her cousins were uninterested in the markets, Kesshare went every season to augment her herd.
She was also considering consorts. She was young--to avoid quicklighting and early widowhood, most fire-mages waited until at least twenty-five for serious courting. But Kesshare had plans, and needed a secure dynasty soon.
She’d narrowed down to four bloodlines--Loquelin, Direlas, Issaril, Arosshin. All were non-mage, wealthy, and had appropriate-aged second or third sons and political ties she could draw on when making her move.
Kesshare spent time every day with her herd. When her schemes failed, when things were messy enough that blame might fall on her, she found a certain peace among the beasts she had been governing since she was six.
Her favorite was a near-white female, still not mature. She already had her eye on a male of a particular line she hadn't yet integrated. He would be difficult to obtain--the family that owned his line never sold the prime stock--but everything worth having came at a price. And, if one planned far enough ahead, no setback was insurmountable.