Nthanial's stables

[Becky]

Nthanial sat in his office, holding a wad of papers in one hand as he stared out the window at his clean stables. A number of elves wandered around, sweeping up, tacking up the horses or leading them out to the pastures behind the structure. He stared open mouthed at the small child, sat upon an equally small pony, giggling amongst the chaos of the stable yard. Her small legs barely reached down the pony's sides, but that didn't seem to stop her.