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4E 98, Elswyer
Finally got a horse today. Apparently some Khajiiti caravaneers had bought him up, having been told that he was gelded, but obviously they were lied to or misunderstood. It was a pain to try and speak to them. My Ta’agra is terrible, and their Cyrodilic was even more so.
He’s a pain in the ass and he’s apparently only a year old and hasn’t been properly saddlebroken. Considering I’ve walked enough through these Hist-damned sands and badlands long enough to fill my boots several times over, trying to keep on his back seems like paradise in comparison. I hate how dry it is here, and I’m still a ways from Dune yet. Hopefully there I can find a corral and a shop that actually has horse tack for sale once I get there. I’m going to need to train him if he’s going to be sticking around for a while. Having a chance to refill my skins would be nice too.
The caravaneers told me that he responded to a name that I still can’t pronounce. Apparently it was Ta’agran for ‘little whirlwind devil’. I have no doubts as to why. The closest translation they could give for a Cyrodilic name was ‘Windviper’, which I’ve started to call him in the apparently vain hope that he’d listen to that name instead. He’s wild and finicky and everything that a good horse isn’t, except that he seems completely at home in the sands and arid air, and he’s fast.
But at least once he tires enough, he’s a blessing to ride rather than trudging through the endless sands. Already I’ve traveled twice the distance I had walking for an entire day.
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