by Zarya on July 16th, 2012, 2:05 am
Summer 3rd in the Year 512, evening
A horse and its rider, worn from a long journey, edged their way to the gates in the dark of the night. The rider, said to be named Zarya loosely held onto the reins of her chocolate colored horse, Eri. Her piercing green eyes were lined with dark, wrinkled bags and her blonde hair, which she usually spent a great time maintaining, fanned out loosely over the hood of her ivory cloak.
As she neared the gate, her eyes brightened at the sight of the entrance. She was almost at the end of her long journey that she had been dreaming of for many moons. Zarya slowly moved her hand from one of the reigns and gently patted Eri.
“We are almost there,” she murmured to her companion with as much excitement as the Drykas could muster. “Just a little bit farther.”Eri started to pick in speed at the sight of the gate, knowing hay and a comfortable was on its way.
As they came upon the gates, Zarya slowly pulled back on the reigns, signalling Eri to stop. Eri tred on a few paces before coming to a complete stop, letting out a snort of relief. Zarya look around the gate entrance, waiting for a guard to approach her. For the twentieth time, her eyes shifted to her spear that was attached to her back, she only hoped she would not have to rid of it when she entered Wind Reach.