Jez Firetongue 16th of Summer, 509 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ It was late afternoon, the summer sun slowly falling as the temperature began to drop slightly. It was still bright, as it would be for a few hours, but luckily the eighteen year old riding across the fresh grass had slept in and missed the torturous heat of midday. The teen wore no shirt, a few beads of sweat slipping down his spine as the sun bore down on him. The skin of his back had dark brown windmarkings, starting with a small spot on his left shoulder and trailing down his spine in a thin and twisting tribal pattern that ended just above his tailbone. These markings were the reason for his lack of shirt, though he wasn’t worried about showing off his well built torso. The boy’s name was Jez Firetongue of the Amethyst Clan, and as he had finally become a fully fledged member he was proud to display the marks that showed it. The aloft spirit had come across his Strider by accident, only last season. The fiery creature was being kept on the other side of Endrykas from where his own pavilion was situated. Jez had gone out exploring, a past time he loved as the moving city was always changing. In fact if he wasn’t so loyally tied to his blood relations he’d have left Endrykas altogether by now, ready to see new sights that he’d only heard about as a child. Jez had investigated a ruckus, the sound of clattering and yelling, just as many around him had done. Blocked from view by a collection of large tents, a little ways from where he’d been browsing fresh linen as a present for his younger sister there was a collection of fine horses, well bred. They were expensive and of a variety of coat styles, well trained and finely proportioned. The stable hands had been wrestling with a young stallion, fresh out of being a colt. His eyes burnt with passion, dun coat brightened under the spring sky. The flowing black mane was a stark contrast and four even, black socks outlined the muscles on his legs. He thrashed, hardly contained by the ropes around his neck, as the stable hands attempted to haul him back to the stand he had evidently escaped from being tied to. Jez had been watching the commotion when the young Strider had swung its impressive head around so face him, their eyes meeting. Almost immediately the animal had mostly calmed, legs raised in a rear falling to the ground and tail swishing once. His ears were alert, eyes wide with passion, but he had stilled. Refusing to be removed from his position, there was soon an agreement met by Jez and the owners. The stallion had been devalued due to his untameable nature and luckily the teen could afford the fine creature at the newly lowered price. Currently Jez sat atop the stallion, taking him out beyond the borders of Endrykas. He was still getting used to the bond he shared with Wind, the one who had chosen him, and riding often was strengthening their relationship. He laughed out loud, stretching his arms out as the stallion sped up in swift movements over the grass. A wide grin on his face, he reached down to pat Wind’s neck. “Easy there boy,” he spoke strongly but calmly, “Let’s take a break.” He slid from the stallion’s back as they came to a stop, one hand remaining on the horse’s mane. He was still not fully trusting that the wild spirit would stick beside him, though with each day that was growing less of a problem. He locked eyes with the stallion, stepping around to stand in front of him, and patted his face softly. They stood there for a while, revelling in the calmness that had overcome them. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Jez Firetongue|| ||21 years (18 in flashback)|| ||Drykas|| ||Amethyst Clan|| ||Strider-Wind|| |