The Journals of Cullen Rutherford 365
9:41 12th August
I have found more rewarding friendships within the Inquisition despite the short time frame than I had for years within the Order. Dennet, our horsemaster is a welcome sight each morning. Neither of us holds much affinity for sleep. With his ever increasing number of charges, he looks for help to keep the mounts in peak condition.
Riding in the predawn hours is not always the safest, there are predators who might wander the mountainside if prey is scarce, but today’s rotation included the magnificent harts. All are fearless and a touch stubborn, but none would shy away from a confrontation.
My schedule often limits the time I have to spare, yet as I descended the tower steps, Dennet and three harts waited along with Warden Blackwall. I couldn’t disappoint the group and readily agreed to the morning exercise. After a few careful instructions and a quick word to the guards on gate watch, we left.
The opportunity to step outside our roles is not always possible, but these moments are among my favorites.