Cʜᴏᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴏᴀʟ

[RatFromTheTrash 531]

 

Hᴏᴜꜱᴇ Vᴏᴜʀᴋᴇʜᴀʀᴅᴛ

 

Dɪᴇ Aᴜꜱᴡᴀʜʟ ᴅᴇꜱ Fᴏʜʟᴇɴꜱ

Cʜᴏᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Fᴏᴀʟ

12th of The Grand Harvest, 279 S.A.

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Choosing of the Foal acts as a young Vourkehardt’s first defining trait within their House and may commence once they turn ten.. Far from a test of mettle, it acts as an almost superstitious test of character meant to predict and guide a Vourkehardt’s future. This custom requires the young Vourkehardt to only stand and wait, while the family head draws forth three foals - one from each line of the Legacy Steeds. Their reigns are untied and they’re set free to wander. Whichever steed approaches the young Vourkehardt first is declared theres, and thus the line they ride beneath. 

OOC: Which line can be decided by the person OOCly or decided by the /roll of a d3.

 

 

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Tʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ Mᴇɴᴀ The line of Mena, originally ridden by Valeska, the first Matriarch of the Vourkehardt’s, represents the heart of the family. Steeds of this line are renowned for their playful nature and bucketloads of attitude. They require a calm and relaxed rider, naturally drawing toward those who act as mediators and social butterflies in the family.
Notable members have been: Auris Vourkehardt Vanya Vourkehardt  Valos Vourkehardt Vandrake Vourkehardt Safiyaa Vourkehardt Emmeline
Tʜᴇ Bᴏᴅʏ Sᴛᴇʀɴᴀ The line of Sterna, originally ridden by Anneliese, represents the body of the family. Horses of this line have become well known within the family for their unpredictable and flighty nature, requiring a rider full of patience and creative thinking. This line often draws the  artists, writers, advice givers and adventurers of the family in.
Notable members have been: Erwin Vourkehardt Wilhelm Vourkehardt Wolfgang Vourkehardt Valarie Vourkehardt Lucia
Mɪᴅᴊɪɴᴀʜᴛ The line of Midjinaht, originally ridden by Wernher, represents the head of the family. Known for their stubborn but tempered nature, these horses require a reliable and equally as stubborn rider to match. Oftentimes the family alchemists, hermits and knowledge keepers are drawn to this line.
Notable members have been: Amon Vourkehardt Valejandres Vourkehardt Valejandra Vourkehardt Viago Vourkehardt (previously) Elwine Vourkehardt (previously)  Hardt Vourker I Hanzo Vourkehardt
─◇─◇─◇──Ω──◇─◇─◇─   Tʜᴇ Sᴘɪʀɪᴛ Sᴜɴɴᴍᴀɪʀ The line of Sunnmair, originally ridden by Baldric, the first Patriarch of the Vourkehardt’s, represents the spirit of the family. Unique to the rest, this line is exempt from the usual trial which takes place. Instead, it’s reserved specifically for the head of the family. These steeds are best known for their fiercely loyal nature but mild behaviour. Rarely do they let anyone but their rider guide them, but are otherwise gentle.
Past members have been noted; Viago Vourkehardt Elwine Vourkehardt

 

[jihsoo 746]

Whilst Safiyaa had taken on the Glennmaer name, she read this document as a proud smile pursed onto her freckled face.

She was forever a Vourkehardt, through and through.

 

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

Castamir, now having properly moved into Ardrossil Castle beamed at his wife's work. The eldest were just at the right age. But their youngest so far, still had some time to go.
He brushed his red head's hair.
"You'll be a powerful cavalier yet." he murmured happily.

[ApetheticOrange96 92]

 

Veyric could remember the day he was to have his horse choose him. The three horses wandered around the courtyard of Ardrossil as he and Auris watched them wander around. They waited for what seemed like hours to his young mind when finally one wandered over to him and started sniffing his hair curiously. “YES!” he exclaimed in joy, finally one had chosen him at the time he didn't question which line it was from… maybe he should've… it would have spared him this internal debate. But, knowing his mother, she would have turned it into a test… god, how she loves to give him tests…

Tick… Tick… Tick…

 

Veyric is stirred from his thoughts, staring blankly at some missive on his desk. It was probably important, maybe a summons or a marriage announcement. His room keeper enters and sets a warm mug of tea before him before exiting again, he picks it up and wanders over to the window overlooking the stables, where the family horses are housed. A stable hand, he forgets her name, there were just so many to remember that he forgets some, and he is brushing Ember's hair… He remembers why he chose that name, the fiery temper she had when he first saw her reminded him of the embers left after a fire…

 

Veyric watches for a while before deciding that he wanted to ride. He always did his best thinking at the reigns of Ember… He exits the keep to see the stable hand bringing Ember out, already saddled as he preferred, “Thank you.” He says as he climbs into the saddle. He snaps the reins, then off they go!

He ponders her temperament, how she always was keeping him guessing, how she edges away from danger, but lord was she stubborn… he ponders the question that has been haunting him since reading his cousin Elwine's missive, the line of horses….

 

Oh, how he regrets not asking at the time, foolish boy that he was… he trusted that he would be told at some point, but alas, it seems even now his mother is quite tight-lipped when she wants to be…

So he does the one thing he can do… He rides. He rides for so long that the moon and sun begin to float side by side in the sky, he rides along the beaches, along the mountain trails, the wandering forest paths, on and on he rides… He lets Ember lead him where she believes he needs to be, and on they ride. Ember huffing, and Veyric thinking.

He rides… until Ember skids to a halt. Breaking from his musings, Veyric looks around at this barren cliff, a sole tree in the field catches his attention, he dismounts and leads Ember over for her to graze as he sit beneath the tree… the sun is setting over the horizon and finally as he drifts back into his thoughts watching ember and the sunset one name rings like a bomb in his head…

 

Sᴛᴇʀɴᴀ…

 

And he grins, finally at peace from that tormenting question…