Ushiwa rode tall into the huge urban center on the back of a prized janarim. His father had given him the special task and he was determined to do him proud. Ushi had a lot of competition in his family. He was determined to make his mark. Oba was a lot more crowded than home was and he wasn't sure that he like that part of his journey. It had been way more fun on the trails with only musical bird chirps for company, and the unknown around every corner. He arrived at an Inn called the Red Kinfa. It looked okay, maybe not the fanciest place out there but he wouldn't be staying too long. His Father had thought he had a buyer for Cereon but it had fallen through last minute, so the gorgeous creature would be sold at market the next day.

Ushi rode across the courtyard watching the bustle of the city flow around them For some reason the inn was quite still in comparison, oh well more attention for him he supposed. He got off the huge janarim. Apparently , Cereon had been the last baby of Kiyelt's own janarim's parents. His Father had caught him as a teenager and had trained him teeth to tail.

Cerean had a swirled mercury coloring with black spots, making him a very visually attractive beast. Ushiwa could tell he was a fine animal worth exactly what his Father had told him. Lords and Ladies would be interested in the beast. Ushiwa gathered his reins and began to hand the beast off to the stable boy in attendance, when he noticed that the stable boy fidgeted a bit more than normal. "Something wrong?" He asked with an arched brow.

The kid shook his head and grasped the reins keeping his eyes down. Shy and useless Ushi thought, his lip curling slightly. Though perhaps the boy was afraid of the janarim. He rolled his eyes. "Cool him down and feed him. I'll rub him down myself later."

H didn't want the beast to get stressed. He truly cared about the animals which was more than he could say for the general populace. He found certain people distasteful.

He swaggered over to the Inn bent on getting a bowl of how stew after a few long days on the road.

He came out to the stable once he was washed and clothed again. He had eaten and rested, had a coffee, now he was back out to check on his janarim. I twas a pity the beast would sell for so high or he might have asked his Dad for him. But he didn't want to be greedy, besides he though he would rather tame his own beast one day. Be the first to forge the bond and all. He stepped into the stable and looked for the janarim. He did a walk around, his anxiety growng the further he went. He was all but running at the last stall. No Cereon. He was gone. He swallowed ad screamed in rage. that baster stableboy had stolen his Father's prized janarim! he had had on e mission, and within hours of reaching his destination he had lost he subject of that mission. He was an absolute failure. he had to find that janarim. He raced out to the courtyard, head on the swivel,but the shear amount of people in this huge city made him realize he had no chance without an animal to track the scent. He had bought only Cereon. He sat there on the cobblestones and bowed his head. It was going to be an awful walk home alone. Worst of all he had failed his own Father who had had so much faith in him. There went this chance to be the favorite child. He crept back to his room and cried.

He knew he had to eventually face the lonely road that had been so much fun getting here on. Now it would take him twice as long with nothing to show for his effort. The thought frustrated him so much that he poked a finger and swore a blood oath that no matter how long it took he would get that janarim back from those thieves. He might even get his sister to help him. Einsol was powerful in her own right in more ways than one. She was his number one pick for butt whooping, This might even require someone of Kina's level too. Thallassa was definitely going to be of help to him. Maybe it would be a family even. The thought cheered him. If there was one thing he loved it was his family.

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