Once up in the saddle, Ishara no longer felt so small. The white horse beneath her shifted, and she adjusted her weight, feeling her back rest against Serriff's chest. She gathered the reins, and tightened her legs briefly to urge the horse forward. He took the cue beautifully, and Ishara sucked in a deep breath as he practically drifted through the snow as though it were no more than a light fog. The familiar shifting of equine limbs beneath her carried her back to the wind-swept dunes of her past, and she felt her mouth tighten in a smile. Raj darted ahead, and for the span of several heartbeats Ishara let her own cares slip away with him. This day had been...unexpected, to say the least. However, she seemed to have made a new friend, some one who may slowly improve her skills at defending herself...If I can manage not to accidentally kill him in the process, she thought wryly to herself, giving her head a soft shake. Ishara tossed a glance over her shoulder, catching Serriff's eye. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, but her radiant expression denied that she felt it at all. "Your horse moves well, Serriff. My brother Yav would have fallen in love with an animal such as this...though something tells me he is not for the sands of Eyktol." And with that, she urged the horse into an easy lope, smiling widely as the frostmarch carried them back through the city gates, Raj bounding joyously alongside them. |
OOC: Shall we end this here?
