The stable master at Lions Pride was a gnarled old chinaman by the name of Ou Chi. Ou Chi was a very curious old creature who had fascinated the catling since the day he first came to the stable doors begging for a cup of water. A fact attested to by the sheer improbilbility of a hundred and some odd year old begger suddenly finding himself hired to run a pegasi stable.
Not that Ou minded much. The old man had a unique reverance for the magical creatures he was to tend. He treated each one as if it were the finest treasure of a hundred thousand kings.
One would normally not think to find a human male in his hundreds doing the physically challenging work of the daily care and feeding of a herd of twentysome pegasi, But Ou Chi was remarably fit despite his outward apperance. He attributed this to a daily cup of ginger root tea, and a diet of rice and philosophy.
He was often to be found in the nest boxes of one of the pegasi reading from delicately painted rice paper scrolls, holding untold ancient wisdom no doubt. Kina never really could be quite sure as she didnt speak or read mandrin. But the animals seemed to enjoy the soothing tones of his voice and would often cluster around just to listen.
The old man was feircely protective of his charges. One night several jockies from a rival stables had snuck into the barn intent on causing mischief before the next days races. The poor boys had never even seen Ou coming. The next day when asked how they had ended up with black eyes and cracked ribs all they could stammer out was "Ou Chi" Needless to say the incident was never repeated.
Not that Ou minded much. The old man had a unique reverance for the magical creatures he was to tend. He treated each one as if it were the finest treasure of a hundred thousand kings.
One would normally not think to find a human male in his hundreds doing the physically challenging work of the daily care and feeding of a herd of twentysome pegasi, But Ou Chi was remarably fit despite his outward apperance. He attributed this to a daily cup of ginger root tea, and a diet of rice and philosophy.
He was often to be found in the nest boxes of one of the pegasi reading from delicately painted rice paper scrolls, holding untold ancient wisdom no doubt. Kina never really could be quite sure as she didnt speak or read mandrin. But the animals seemed to enjoy the soothing tones of his voice and would often cluster around just to listen.
The old man was feircely protective of his charges. One night several jockies from a rival stables had snuck into the barn intent on causing mischief before the next days races. The poor boys had never even seen Ou coming. The next day when asked how they had ended up with black eyes and cracked ribs all they could stammer out was "Ou Chi" Needless to say the incident was never repeated.