Timestamp: 35th of Summer, 511 AV
Location: on the open plains
Purpose: Training Nightwind, socializing
Status: Open
It was nearly noon as Man and Strider raced and dipped along the plains, moving as one swift blur across the landscape. They slowed gradually, Nightwind's hooves barely touching the ground.
They changed to graceful serpentines, bending the stallion around his knee, testing the shifting balance between. The morning light shown on them, raising a light sheen of sweat on both. Bolden shifted slightly, somehow sitting deeper. The gorgeous chocolate animal transitioned beautifully into a delicate piaffe, as though dancing above the ground.
Clop clop. Clop clop. They swayed in time to the age old cadence of ultimate trust between man and beast. Nightwind kept a perfect neck bend in an exquisitely parallel arch while his knees flexed with fluid motion.
The Denusk man concentrated and lost himself in the movement. His legs ached from the daily practice they'd been at since dawn. Sweat trickled and tickled down his spine unheeded.
His Yvas and shirt lay nearby on the ground in a neat pile next to his waterskin. Nightwind started to blow and Bold immediately signaled him to a walk and told him to stretch out his neck and back. As the Strider did so, the rider did like wise, raising his arms above his head with a spine cracking stretch.
He slid from the stallion's slick and sweaty back and slapped his neck affectionately.
"Nightwind you're amazing! You da Strider! The stallion!" He chuckled, stoking the beast's already high self esteem.
"What mare could resist you huh?"
The magnificent stallion nickered an answer and arched his neck and tail proudly, soaking in the praise as his due.
"Let's have a lick of water and some lunch hm? And don't get greedy with the water--the last thing you need is colic!" Bold teased the Strider, though he knew the stallion had far more sense than that.
The proud young Denusk walked over to the water skins and picked them up. Of course there was a regular one for him and a much larger one for the Strider. He wiped the sweat from his face with a blue rag and brought their things over.
He set the opened the water skin on the ground for his companion and sat in the high grass to chew some dried meat and relax. The tall grass moved in an unbroken wave like water along a shoreline. A light breeze lifted the sweaty curls along his neck and forehead and he smiled. Bolden watched Nightwind as he moved a step away to graze on the choicest shoots, near the roots. The azure sky above them formed a breezy ceiling that lazily chased the high clouds like herds of horses.
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Location: on the open plains
Purpose: Training Nightwind, socializing
Status: Open
It was nearly noon as Man and Strider raced and dipped along the plains, moving as one swift blur across the landscape. They slowed gradually, Nightwind's hooves barely touching the ground.
They changed to graceful serpentines, bending the stallion around his knee, testing the shifting balance between. The morning light shown on them, raising a light sheen of sweat on both. Bolden shifted slightly, somehow sitting deeper. The gorgeous chocolate animal transitioned beautifully into a delicate piaffe, as though dancing above the ground.
Clop clop. Clop clop. They swayed in time to the age old cadence of ultimate trust between man and beast. Nightwind kept a perfect neck bend in an exquisitely parallel arch while his knees flexed with fluid motion.
The Denusk man concentrated and lost himself in the movement. His legs ached from the daily practice they'd been at since dawn. Sweat trickled and tickled down his spine unheeded.
His Yvas and shirt lay nearby on the ground in a neat pile next to his waterskin. Nightwind started to blow and Bold immediately signaled him to a walk and told him to stretch out his neck and back. As the Strider did so, the rider did like wise, raising his arms above his head with a spine cracking stretch.
He slid from the stallion's slick and sweaty back and slapped his neck affectionately.
"Nightwind you're amazing! You da Strider! The stallion!" He chuckled, stoking the beast's already high self esteem.
"What mare could resist you huh?"
The magnificent stallion nickered an answer and arched his neck and tail proudly, soaking in the praise as his due.
"Let's have a lick of water and some lunch hm? And don't get greedy with the water--the last thing you need is colic!" Bold teased the Strider, though he knew the stallion had far more sense than that.
The proud young Denusk walked over to the water skins and picked them up. Of course there was a regular one for him and a much larger one for the Strider. He wiped the sweat from his face with a blue rag and brought their things over.
He set the opened the water skin on the ground for his companion and sat in the high grass to chew some dried meat and relax. The tall grass moved in an unbroken wave like water along a shoreline. A light breeze lifted the sweaty curls along his neck and forehead and he smiled. Bolden watched Nightwind as he moved a step away to graze on the choicest shoots, near the roots. The azure sky above them formed a breezy ceiling that lazily chased the high clouds like herds of horses.
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