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The streets were loud with the hustle of citizens, Drykas and Horses making Jaye pin her ears as she pandered along the streets. Lips stretched back Jaye inhaled deeply the many scents that accompanied the festival. Most fiercely she smelled and felt the salty echo of activity that was sweat. She could feel it seep through her coat as sweaty bodies pressed in close to her, toes dancing out from under her large hooves.
Perhaps for once...travel would be faster as a human...Jaye pondered, a potential she had never expected. Ducking into a street corner that was only slightly less filled with people and only because the width of the street demanded it Jaye shifted. Her bag falling from her rump as she shifted Jaye yanked the silk cream dress over her head quickly. Nudity didn't phase the Kelvic, in fact she would have preferred to indulge in it with Syna blazing so brilliantly above them but she had quickly observed the dangers and consequences of nudity among the whores of Riverfall.
Leaning against the rough stone wall of the building at her back she slowly wound the soft leather bands of her sandals around her calves tightening them at her knee to stop them from sliding down the tapering edge of her calf and ankle. Reaching up behind her head she wound her hair into a quick simple braid and fastened it at the side of her neck. Though she adored the complex and elaborate braids of the wealthy in Endrykas she had hardly the money or talent to develop such cosmetic frivolities. Furthermore, the braids were meant to last for many days but by her own nature she could hardly keep them in a day before shifting and ruining the effort and time spent.
As she slid back into the streets the Kelvic immediately found it easier to pass through the streets. Swimming along with the crowd, much like she moved with the herds in Endrykas she was finally spilled out into the pool that had gathered before the race track. Tall elegant Drykas mounts stood along side the mounts of the Akalaks forcing an ostentatious grin from the pale lips of the woman.
No mount of another race could match the well bred horses of the Drykas. Their very energy spilled from the Djed of the area, their legs and deep chests bred from centuries of mounts. Though most of their breeding stock had been damaged and killed in the last few years they were still the leading horse breeders of Mizahar, Jaye attested.
Slipping into the stables she managed to breathe a deep grateful sigh. The public was focused on the budding race before them making the stables of little interest. Though riders and other folks still bustled about its length imitating business Jaye could finally extend her arms to either side without brushing another body.
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