Lady Tysus did indeed lead the way down the stairs and across the courtyard. They did not return back along the kitchen but instead took another arch off the courtyard leading east behind the great house itself. A longhouse, whitewashed and trimmed in a saffron paint, large enough to hold three families of servants reside bordered between the Upper house and the stables and lower ranked accommodations.<br/>An impressive giantess, knelt beside a wagon replacing a broken wagonwheel, two windslave disks suspended the axle while she worked. Muscles rippled across her back as she tended the repairs. Three women dressed for work stood ready nearby. “Armin, tend us. We are to see the herd now.”<br/>“<strong>Yes mistress.</strong>” A broad smile greets the Lady and her guests  as Armin stands to her full eleven foot height.  The three attendants push forward to finish the job. Joining the group, the giantess strolled along casually.<br/>The stables come into view around the longhouse. The structure is an open air series of stalls with a suspended slate roof. View of the paddock beyond can easily be seen through the stables. Six fine horse can be seen within, but the real attention grabber comes from the pride of simhata lounging casually within the paddock. Lounging in the shade of a large willow, twelve lion-horse hybrids rest during the heat of the day. Three red, four black, two dun and three three with a mottled grey and white hide. “Stay outside the railings right now, the herd feels safe now, and for your protection we will call them to us.”<br/>Armin walks to the railing nearest the stable, stepping over the rails, she approaches the center of the paddock grumbling a series of chirrups and growls. The herd rise and move, first swirling amongst themselves before a large male simhata approaches Armin from behind the tree, where it had been resting and guarding the herd.<br/>The broad golden simhata sported a full mane and approached Armin nose high as it collected her scent as well as that of the group.<br/>“The females are the ones we are offering, the male is the dominant in our herd. Some of the females are stronger, some faster. Your choice will be made after the meeting this evening. You can speak to Armin about their personality and exceptional traits. We have brought up our pride here, to offer the best that we may.“<br/>Armin leads the king of the herd off to the far side of the stable. Once out of sight, Lady Tysus raps on the top rail. The herd, which has been ambling around beneath the willow, approach whiffling and sniffing the air at all of the new scents. "Stand still, allow them to get your scent, they won't bite without the command to feed or attack. A rabbit would be safe on your shoulder right now. You may pet them, but please be gentle, they will accept quite a bit of abuse right now without reaction, but they shouldn't have to."