The Fortress of Dawn
A place of learning and wisdom on a world as ancient as the Force itself. Where the ways of old meet the technology of modern time, creating the perfect mixture of tradition and practicality. A place of peace, hope, and light.
But by the Gods, is it a complete bore! So much so that when attempting to do his mother's bidding and attend one of the lectures given by one of the Dawnguard elders, Thirdas was unable to keep his eyes open - or his ears, for that matter. Worst part of it is the Fortress is located atop one of the tallest peaks on Midvinter, with but one way down the mountainside safe enough for travel. So it's not exactly somewhere you just come and go on the drop of a hat. Besides, mother would know were he to make some daring escape. So, the masters of the order decided, since their leader was adamant that the lad remain within the Fortress for the day, they put him to good use where he needn't listen to words of wisdom by those who had it to spare. Shovelling manure at the stables.
Actually it, rather ironically, became a breath of fresh air for Thirdas who did not like the large, echoey halls of the temple itself. He'd always been an outdoorsman, preferring the sweat and grime of hard work before honing of the mind. And, as his mother had instructed him, he was not to leave the temple grounds, which he hadn't. Though his only company consisted of those of equine persuasion, Thirdas fancied himself a bit of a 'horse-whisperer' and did in fact have a very good hand with them. None of these held a candle to Balian however, who had been made his own after father traded him off his original owner for his son's 15th birthday.
"Alright, that's enough for now," one of the regular stable boys informed him, for once not having to do all the dirty work. Immediately Thirdas stopped what he was doing and tossed him the pitchfork. "Thank Teign's sweaty chest hair," he exclaimed and stretched before washing his hands and face in a nearby bucket of water.
"Hey, have you seen our most recent arrival? Other than yourself, of course." Taking a lean against the stable fence alongside the other boy his age, Thirdas shook his head. "No, why?"
"You'll know when you see her."