No, it's THIS way. {Fox}

[Lan]

"Hello in there!" Hilton slapped against the stone doorway of a certain greenrider's eyling to announce his presence. In his hands he carried a large bundle of leather straps and buckles that was a newly made harness. It still needed some adjusting, but that's what he was here for. Br'an and Niataph had always been an... interesting pair, or at least that was how the saddler saw it. Niataph was very strong in her opinions, especially when it came to devising a harness for her. But Hilton sort of liked it. He liked keeping up a sort of banter with her that may or may not make her irritated. He liked Br'an too. A solid, kind fellow. Hilton never really could see how the pair ended up together. But oh well... that was Eyrie life, wasn't it?

"Br'an, it's Hilton. I've come with that harness you wanted." He continued, raising his voice so that it would be heard but still letting it carry a bright and friendly tone. While he worked for the riders, he never really saw them as being above him. They all worked together, in a since, and the hierarchy of simourv kind wasn't necessarily something he paid attention to. He knew that the Phoenix and the Commander were people he probably shouldn't mess with, and generally he didn't. G'len seemed like a decent enough guy, albeit a bit odd, but Hilton couldn't say he was all that fond of Ro'za. She seemed sort of crazy. And sort of like a bitch. When that sort of person got into power, well... needless to say, Hilton would have preferred it if a male held more power. Nothing against females, but men just seemed to have better heads on their shoulders.

As he waited for a reply he ran over the harness with his hands, checking again the leather that his brother had tanned and he had molded into its current shape. There were no flaws that he could find, but that didn't keep him from checking it over and over again. Riders needed safe harnesses to protect themselves as they protected others. If one were to fail it would have disastrous consequences. The death of a rider was not one that most people liked to think about. No one really knew what happened to a simourv when their rider died. Hilton didn't spend his time pondering the idea very much. Instead he focused on keeping them safe and secure in their place in the skies. It was enough for him. He couldn't really say he wanted a simourv of his own. The rider's life, so strict and controlled, wasn't one he desired in the slightest. He liked his job. He liked his place in the Eyrie. That was enough to make him happy. Well, that and a fine selection of beautiful women... and maybe one or two fine gentlemen.