Öde had a terrible chafing going on ever since that last god fight. He had felt it the first couple times he'd battled, but always chalked it up to his inexperience at it. The more he watched all the other fighters in the massive battles though, the more he realized none of them had the rash, nor the hobble that came with it after they fought.

He also realized none of them were as big as he was.

Öde might not be the tallest horse in Helovia, but he carried more than his fair share of weight between his thighs, and it, he was sure, was the culprit for all his discomfort. Battling required a great deal of movement and produced a fair share of sweat, all of which was the perfect recipe for family-jewels friction. Well he was full, thanks very much, and didn't plan on making that recipe again.

It wasn't that simple though. Öde couldn't just, stop fighting, all because his jingle bells rung a bit too loudly. I mean if there was any excuse for not doing manly things being too manly was certainly a good choice, but he would prefer to both do and be manly. Surely there was a solution? Perhaps Lena would know - maybe she'd even have some salve for him!

He was on the hunt of her, waddling a bit through the tundra in an attempt to keep his inner flesh from rubbing together any further, when he noticed his cousin and a pale mare talking. Wondering what Erebos was up to (because unlike him Erebos had lots of friends and always seemed to be doing something fun), Öde sidled on over just as their conversation was getting past the pleasantries.

"Crafter?" he repeated with a head tilt. He had no items on him and his mother had never had anything to her name except some old blood, but he had seen plenty of shiny things that caught his eye. "What can you craft?" he asked as his own nose reached down to inspect the downy fuzz he couldn't remember having seen much before. Maybe little balls of it growing on some oft he plants nearby, but not this whale load.

"I'm Öde by the way," he greeted absently as he reached around and under his inner leg (carefully with his horns) to itch at the burning inflammation that ran rampant by his testicles.

The scratching had a two-fold effect. One, it offered relief, but then shortly thereafter, it seemed to irritate. How could it both be pleasant and painful? Awkwardly pulling his head back out, gritting his teeth against the renewed flare of pain following the wake of his meddling, Öde reminded himself to be quick here because he really did need some salve.

As he brought his head up he caught sight of Johnny's endowment, and realized his error in accounting the striped horse a mare earlier. Though, it was easy to see why. The weaver might have loads of talent, but that was about it. Like a small snowdrift lumped on a frail twig, so Johnny's sheath appeared to jut out - the rest, Öde assumed, was scared up by the cold.

Erebos' question roused Öde from his comparison, although it reminded him to perhaps judge his cousin if he had the chance as well... maybe then he could share in Öde's understanding, because he was sure Johnny had never experienced this. "Just a small fire down there," Öde grumbled in response, making a face to accentuate his displeasure, though apparently the embarrassment was lost on him, a testament perhaps to his youth (or maybe is pride int he cause of the problem). "It's irritated something fierce," he muttered, flopping his head in exasperation ont he bundle of fleece, hoping to restrain himself from another urge to scratch. He'd tried laying in ice before, which was helpful at first, but the cold was also terribly appalling to such a sensitive area, and the water that remained seemed to feed the fire, whatever backwards logic that was.

As Johnny continued to speak, asking him of any needs, Öde became very aware of just how soft the fleece was. Gingerly he lipped at its texture, envious of the comfort. Then the idea struck him, and a clever grin akin to a wolf's spread along his maw as his gaze held the crafter. "Perhaps you could help me out!" His mood considerably brightened, and he continued to play with the pre-blankets as he thought about how to explain it. "If there was something that could keep my uh, my..." he fumbled for a term, his features wrenching up in thought before deciding on, "my junk from swinging around when i fight, that'd alleviate this pain int he future." He nodded his head, agreeing with himself. "A sling or a strap of some kind, soft like this, but cooler to keep out the sweat."

That they take so immediately to his issue and his proposal, both of them, immensely pleases the fumbling boy. He'd never found much use in items when his horn and hooves could do all the work, but this was a need he couldn't rectify alone, and he was giddy at the idea of it finally being addressed. Standing up a little taller, a bit straighter, his gaze swept from each stallion as they spoke in turn. At times he nodded, agreeing with their ideas, such as Johnny's suggestion of material.

"It needn't be worn all the time," he amended, "it's mostly a bother when I fight, or train. Since that's mostly in the north the cold doesn't often cause sweat, so just cool enough to last a spar or so." What materials exactly could manage that he didn't know, and that's what the crafter was for.

As for the straps, that was something Öde hadn't really considered before opening his mouth. "It could go around my tail perhaps," he suggested, but seemed to shrug at the notion for it was just as liable to slide from his tail as it was his legs. Maybe if it was a combination, but then would it chafe his legs at all? "And then perhaps connect around my chest for balance." He made a face at this suggestion, none too excited at the idea of being wrapped head to toe in restraint, but he would if it would keep his groin from this dreadful flame. The more area required to hold it though the more likelihood it'd be damaged in battle, and the more expensive for the crafter. Enchanting it would be the best route, but he wasn't sure this was a problem he wanted to bring to the attention of the gods.

Or maybe he did?

The prospect of fixing his problem had been enough to distract Öde from the fire down under, but now that the novelty had worn off and the conversation grown stiff with uncertainties, he was reminded once more of the flame that never died. A cradle would save him from future burns, but it would do little to help his present situation. He really did need to see Lena about some salve.

"I'm afraid I need to be seeing our healer rather than lingering," he murmured as he set himself for departure, nodding his head with well minded manners towards the higher ranked horse and for the good deeds he'd be dealing Öde's package in days to come. "Besides, I think the conundrum of attachment needs some time to settle in our thoughts.l I have considered getting armor, or perhaps a skin to keep me warm from the coming frostfall. It could easily be secure to either of those." Öde had been rather partial to tiger hide ever since his first battle, and after seeing Thranduil in his dashing wolf pelt Öde thought that looked rather fine too, and a nice homage to his lineage. The idea of armor originally didn't sit well with him, because he felt it would bespeak a weakness, but as time went on and he acquired more injuries, his notion of invincibility was wearing off. Immortal yes, but dying still hurt, and all the scars he kept never truly healed, the moon saw to that.

"I'll find you again when I acquire them. For now I'm simply glad to know something can be done and you will help." Öde smiled, offering another bob of his head as he turned to leave. "Good luck with yoru fleece, and warm nights to you both!"