Svasra Snowsong "A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots." -Marcus Garvey Timestamp: 24th of Winter, 512 [Around mid-day] Svasra knew this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. So bad, she really - in all sane reality - should turn around and march back the way she'd come to the warm arms of her mother and father and the Snowsong Hold. It would be the wisest choice, prevent the doom that was inevitable if she followed this reckless and dim-witted path. Back home, where she was safe. Svasra's eyes flickered their pale yellow of uncertainty, as she almost looked behind her as though someone with divination would know her secrets and scream them to the world. There was no one there though, of course not. Svasra knew that even as she peeked around the lock of hair that always invaded her peripheral vision. Taking a breath, the Vantha chided her mind on being so nervous, forcefully calming herself as her eyes shifted from pale yellow to gray-blue. For a moment, Svasra just stared at the stables in front of her. It couldn't be that bad right? After all . . . she was just looking for a nice horse . . . Svasra made her way to the property, trying to seem relaxed, though deep inside she was nervous someone would sense the adventurous spirit that spurred her to come to see the horses in the stables. How did one go about inquiring about horses up for purchase exactly? Did you just ask someone? You know this isn't right, what would your mother say? How exactly do you explain leaving to them? Hmm? Downright idiocy this is. You're just tempting yourself. Sternly ignoring her own thoughts, Svasra entered the The White Elk Stables. The rich musty scent of horses and hay was the first thing to greet the young woman, the next was the noise of snuffling and hooves clicking on the ground, and the murmur of Frostfawns. Svasra was mildly surprised to feel the heat of the room, quick to shed her outerwear as she moved off to the side to allow some Frostfawns to pass. The girl peered at the horses curiously, eyes a light pink as she cooed to one absently. "Intelligent beings, aren't you?" she murmured, meeting the gaze of a sleek mare, grinning. Unsure how exactly to ask if any were up for sale, Svasra just roamed the stables at first, looking for some sort of sign perhaps, or maybe someone who looked free to help her? What horse should even be taken on a long journey? They looked all mildly the same, though their coats varied, and size, some looked more muscular . . . and some were so tall! How in the world were you to get up on one of those?! "Pretty little horse-y," she said uncertainly, outstretching her hand. Svasra instinctively laid her hand flat, unwilling to risk having her fingers bitten off . . . or something. Could horses do that? Either way the horse reached out to sniff her curiously, before leveling a dark eye on her in seeming acceptance. Cautiously, Svasra reached up to stroke the soft nose, stifling an exclamation of surprise at the velvet quality. "Well, aren't you friendly," she added with a small grin at the horse before it retreated to eat. Now left to her own devices and having made it past two stables with all limbs successfully intact, Svasra was eager to have someone come and show her the workings of buying one. And . . . taking care of one. Svasra pursed her lips and tapped her leg absently in thought. If she was to go horseback . . well it would be wise to know how to take care of the horse? And ride it too. Svasra looked at the wide array of horses, and her frown deepened. This would take a lot more time than she thought . . . perhaps even until Spring. Could she really wait that long? Did she really have a choice? Deep in thought, Svasra forgot about getting help, hand settled on the gate to one horse's stable, looking blankly at it as it milled around. |