Palace grounds - Livestock paddocks

A servant ran into the livestock paddocks, like as if he just knew where his King was. "S..Sire." He would say without cutting off the conversation at hand. He'd bow the moment Connall's eyes hit him. "Sire there is a squire asking audience with you. They are one of Lord Frighil's squires." His eyes were wide, he didn't know how to address this squire. No one had ever been a woman and requested Knighthood.
He would look to Lorcan and look down at Lorcan's feet. "Sorry if I am disturbing anything General."

Lorcan had also gotten bored with what was happening in the audience chamber, though he couldn't make it out to the stables as fast as he would have liked. First he had to find a guard to stand in for him to look after Connall, and then just as he was making his way out the door that lead to the paddocks he ran into his sister. Not that it was necessarily bad, but he always felt obligated to stay and talk to her for awhile before leaving her presence, mostly because he felt bad that he wasn't constantly able to give her attention, and he knew that there weren't many people that he was comfortable allowing her to interact with. When he was finally able to pry himself away from his younger sister he quickly made his way towards where his mare was being held, wanting to check in on her again before going riding.

When he entered the barn he heard movement down towards the end, where he knew the horse would be waiting, and it caused a sort of panic to fill his chest. He rushed down towards the stall, only to pause as he catches sight of the bright red hair that he could only associate with the new knight. After sighting her his gaze would flick to what she was kneeling down beside, aka his horse. His eyes would widen and what could only be explained as a snarl would capture his lips, "What do you think you're doing?!" he'd boom, stepping forward and grabbing tightly onto the door of the stall as his gaze shifts down to the mare, who he could tell was obviously going into labor. "Oh gods, what did you do to her?" he'd ask, his tone angry and almost tormented. He was almost positive that the mare had gone into labor early, and his only thought was that the new knight had something to do with it. 

Lorcan had been headed into the stall before the woman even spoke; with one glance at the mare he could see that she was obviously distressed, and he didn't think that it was only because of him. He would drop to his knees beside the mare's head, gently reaching out to smooth his hand over her long muzzle while the other gently brushed over her cheek. It seemed to help calm the animal, though it only seemed to soothe the anxiety that he had brought about. When he heard her snap at him he'd lift his gaze to the woman, his brows furrowing as he glares at her, "Where are the stable boys?" he'd ask angrily, wondering if she had sent them away or something. He did move though, but got directly in front of her, rolling up his sleeves in jerky movements before dropping down to his knees again, "Shhh, it's okay," he murmurs to the mare, his voice soft and gentle as he reaches down to where he could just see the foal's legs, "I'm just going to try to help you," he murmurs, trying hard to make his tone soothing while he ignored Cori. He had helped animals through labor millions of times by now, having studied up on it after what had happened with his wife. So, he felt that he was pretty qualified to deal with the situation and would begin to start repositioning the animal.   

Lorcan frowns upon hearing that she didn't know where the stable boys were, and silently vowed to have every single one of them whipped for their stupidity. He had told them all to keep an eye on her because she was going to go into labor soon- he'd even told them to have somebody watching her at all times! He would push those thoughts out of his head as he tried to help the mare, though, as he didn't want his irritation to make him reckless. He'd learned the hard way that getting angry during the birthing process only made things worse, especially with an already complicated labor. He tried to focus solely on the horse, though when the Viking commented that the mare's crazy owner was here to help him he'd snort, shaking his head though he really couldn't disagree as he was currently elbow deep in horse...literally.

Upon hearing her advice he would finally speak to her, without sarcasm or anger in his tone, "No, I think this will do...I might need you down here, though, just in case something else goes wrong," he'd say before falling silent again. He would grit his teeth together as he tried to carefully reposition the foal while also trying not to do any damage in the process. After what seemed like forever to him he would pull back and a bit away from the mare, biting his bottom lip as he watches to see if anything else needed to be done.

Lorcan nods slightly when she says that it must be a big baby, "Yeah...which is worrisome. I had hoped to train it for my sister but it being this big it's gotta be a colt," he sighs softly, wondering what he was going to do with it now. He'd never met a predictable stallion, and he didn't have the heart to geld a horse; every time he thought about it he imagined somebody doing it to him...and he had nightmares about it for a week. He let his mind get back on track when the head came out, frowning slightly as the Viking began to tell him what they had to do next. It almost seemed as if she thought he wasn't capable of doing this himself, "I know," he says, his voice sounding almost annoyed.

He would train his gaze once again on the foal, wincing every time his mare let out a sound of pain, though he should be used to it by now. The fact that he knew she was in pain just brought back memories of a different labor, and he couldn't help but cringing when he thought about it. After what seemed like another hour to him, but was probably only a few minutes, if that, the foal was laying in the hay. He would reach out to stroke his hand over its muzzle and down over the foal's nose, trying to clear away mucus and such so that the creature could breath.