Cool Breeze Stables Novels & Stories

The horse was in the east stable, which the vanguard had not yet reached. Kael had known it would be there because the novel had mentioned, in a detail that served no narrative purpose whatsoever, that the Dreadmourne estate's east stable housed three horses kept for messenger use rather than the main cavalry stock. Messenger horses were stabled separately, fed on a different schedule, and maintained by the groundskeeper rather than the head groom, which meant they had been cared for as recently as yesterday morning and would be in reasonable condition regardless of what had happened to everything else.

Kael, who was still standing in one spot, smiled, then followed after her, his steps slow as he watched her take everything in. The stable was indeed beautiful. The entire place was built of polished wood, strong and warm in color, the beams smooth and carefully carved. Sunlight filtered in through wide openings, lighting up the space and giving it a clam, almost peaceful glow. And the scent of hay and earth filled the air. The horses also stood comfortably in their stalls, calm and well cared for, their coats glossy, neat, their eyes alert, and they also seemed well trained. Morvienne turned slowly, her gaze moving from one horse to another. Her fingers brushed lightly against the wooden ra

The scent of earth and pine rolled over me, and the tension in my chest loosened just a little. Maris walked with a lightness that made me think she’d been sneaking around her whole life. She didn’t glance back to check if I followed — she simply knew I would. The stables stood at the far end of the grounds, a long, timbered building with wide double doors thrown open. The air inside was warm, thick with hay and the musky scent of horses. Sunlight filtered through slats in the wood, cutting across the dust that drifted lazily in the air.

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She pouted. ~ The crisp air hit me the moment we stepped outside, cool and tinged with the faint scent of pine from the surrounding forest. It was exactly the kind of quiet the pack lands had in the early afternoon—just the distant hum of voices and the occasional sound of a training session from the warriors' grounds. The stables were at the far edge of the main estate, large and meticulously kept. The wooden beams were polished, and the scent of hay and warm leather filled the air—making me feel alive.

Interesting, it makes everything easier. —And you trust? Yeah, I don't trust you. —Revised in a mocking tone. I step up, I'm almost there. The stables are at the beginning of the forest, there is many trees and vegetation around while the stable is the only major building on this side of the city. The fresh air is good, I lower my parasol, the shade of the trees is enough to protect me. Your Highness Continue to speak in a gentle tone even after my demotivation.

Glad to be distracted, Cassy looked where Theresa was pointing and saw the unusual structure that sat in the midst of ten acres of lawn, minarets, pinnacles, and cupolas, all designed to draw the eyes. "It looks like something out of one thousand and one Arabian nights," Cassy observed, and Lilian nodded. "The stables are rumoured to have cost over seventy thousand pounds to build. They're at the north end, and if we go that way, we can take the new road, and then north street where all the coach offices are located." They chatted more and decided to go to play cards. She tried to appear happy and unconcerned, flitting from card party, she learned to play casino fairly well, and an admirable

The beta’s head popped out from behind one of the horses and he grinned as he strode over. The inside of the stable was far from complete; it lacked individual stalls to keep the horses separate and the band’s gear was haphazardly piled up at the end of the building due to the lack of shelving. Still, it kept the horses and the equipment out of the elements, an important thing as autumn lowered the temperatures and heightened the chance for rain. “You lot heading into town?” Lejend called, his small, round owl peering out at them from behind a thin curtain of the beta’s hair. He reached up to affectionately scratch the bird near its beak and Dyllen watched as it nibbled his fingers in respon

She still wore her heavy ceremonial coat, and she had pinned the white ribbons from the mare to her chest so everyone from the lower yard could see them. "The wind is bad tonight, Alpha," Vessa’s father said, leaning his heavy arms on the table. He looked up toward the high seat where Bram sat with his fingers hooked in his gold chain. "The horse-masters say the grass in the lower meadow is ruined from the rain. We’ll need the southern storerooms cleared before the month ends." Bram didn't look up from his drink. He took a long swallow of the wine, wiping his beard with the back of his hand. "The storage is taken care of, Garrow. Rhydian checked the crates before noon."

is what he heard from it when it passed through. *Horse whines* Eek! What was that? Sounds like a drunk woman. "Oh, fvck. I'm here again... at the worst possible time." Ken'ichi sighed while looking at the shop's sign, Great Blue Booze. *Great Blue Booze is like a small tavern. Famous around the area because of its quality wines, beers, whiskey, etc. "Oh, Ken! What brings you back here?" Asagi-san noticed me outside and opened the door.