[color=D2B48C][center][h2][u][b]Rakta[/b][/u][/h2]
City of Thorne - Chocobo Stables[/center][/color]

In an area just shy of the tournament grounds and the Grand Market, was a large structure for stabling mounts. Many variety of creatures were held in pins, leads, or simply, from what Rakta could tell, deactivated and left in the care of the stable hands. When they had first come upon the stable, Kajad had made an exclamation of glee, then drove the large chocobo they rode forward-- Rakta had to sprint to keep up. Upon reaching the outer gate of the stable, Kajad dismounted, then began waving for the attention of the stable hand. While Rakta didn't hear the conversation herself, part of her began wondering what had been said. It had been nearly ten minutes since that conversation and Rakta found herself bored enough to care about smalltalk-- that wasn't a good sign. From what she could tell however, she wasn't the only one growing bored.

Ser Ellismore had began pacing back and fourth, while her chocobo had sat down for a rest. A soft sigh escaped her helmet every now and then and Rakta almost felt sorry for her... almost. Humes seemed to be impatient as a whole, from what Rakta could tell, so that really drained the little sympathy Rakta had for Ser Ellismore. It would do her well to learn how to wait, right? Kajad was likely going to greet and hand feed a variety of small treats to each and every beast stabled, without a single care for how long it would take. This was a traditional practice-- a Phamet greeting to the working beasts for whatever village they happened to be in-- and it ensured a blessing would be placed upon each beast in turn. Next would come the working warriors-- mercenaries, thieves, assassins, the like-- for they needed blessings sorely. Afterward and most importantly the doctors would be visited-- those who used bandages, potions, and stitches, while being unrelenting upon magic for cures. 

This process would likely last until the sun burned evening and Rakta felt no need to rush anymore. Sure, at first she wanted to hurry, but what was because of the fact this process would take hours. They were going to miss a great many activities in the meantime, unfortunately. Rakta simply sat on the ground then, crossed her legs, and prepared herself for a lengthy wait outside the stables. It was at that moment that Ser Ellismore walked up to her and asked, "How much longer do you think this will take?"
	[color=D2B48C]"As long as the Phamet must,"[/color] Rakta answered without missing a beat.
	"But there are ceremonies--"
	[color=D2B48C]"Is this not ceremony itself?"[/color]
	Ser Ellismore paused, looked from Rakta to the stable and back again, then asked, "What do you mean?"
	[color=D2B48C]"We have time,"[/color] Rakta replied lowly, then gestured to the side, indicating that Ser Ellismore should sit. [color=D2B48C]"Ease yourself-- I will give you knowledge of our practices, if you wish to listen,"[/color] Rakta concluded. A heavy sigh escaped Ser Ellismore but she nodded then sat down next to Rakta anyway. [color=D2B48C]"It'll help pass the time,"[/color] Rakta told her reassuringly, [color=D2B48C]"Now, where should I begin..."[/color]