83rd Spring 513AV
7th Bell
When Fallon rose the sun had only just begun to rise across the land, and with her blurry mind she put a thought she had been harbouring for a while into action. For days her mind had been filtering in and out of thought, and it was as on this day that it screamed out the loudest. It begged and called to her to go out and simply disappear from the eye of the people for just a little while. To begin with her feet were heavy and uncalculated, but as her mind buzzed into life did she become more and more animated. Orvin was awoken, her things packed. Armour was garbed, the weaponry strapped to her.
She walked, slapping down a note on the table before continuing on her way. It was little more than a reminder to the few that still existed within the dormitories, and should they ever wonder on her where about. Or if she never returned at least then they could have a place to start looking. She passed the few others on her way, a polite nod with the mumble of “good morning,” under her breath. Not that they seemed to pay much attention. Her feet quickened as she approached the stables, and gave a greeting to the few early morning staff, before going to her mount. The world was a blur around her, Javil being saddled up and tended too in the breaking dawn. Tired fingers pulled the saddle around the horse; careful hands stroked at his sides as she worked her way round and checked he was indeed fit for riding.
Hands ran across the spine, and then down to the legs to the hooves, tired eyes darting from each to check for signs that he was indeed being looked after. She softly hushed him when he gave a snort, and pulled the bridle along his snout. The reigns were clipped into place and tightened, and the last of the straps were secured. She loaded up the saddlebags, and without a moment of hesitation she swung herself up into the saddle. After that it turned into a mad race, her heels went to his sides, the horse going from a gentle walk into a trot out of the city. Orvin followed close behind, paws padding against the ground. The squire gave an incline to the shaggy creature as she picked up her speed “Orvin, let’s move.”
There was the click of the tongue, the thoughts of the Kabrin Road opening out before her and the knowledge that world was being served to her. She was free from the city and free for a while from the closed in walls. Her feet dug into the sides of the creature as she tightened her hold onto the reigns. It would be a worthwhile trip, and she prayed that the effort she put into it would pay off. She gently urged Javil on, straightening her back whilst her eyes sheepishly checked her feet were in the stirrups. Orvin was walking next to her, head looking up at her and then ahead once more as they made their way to the main gate.
It gave a snort, hooves clipping against the floor whilst her eyes darted about her surroundings. She could hear the faint clatter of metal against the side of the saddle, the chink of the lantern against the backpack that had been strapped there. Across the back a series of arrows had been strapped in place, the short bow with them. The plan was set to only be a few days out of the main body of the citadel, far enough away that she escaped the main bustle of the city life and could become one with nature. Whether or not those few days would turn out to be longer was currently unknown to her, but that was a mystery that would be solved in due time. For the moment she was enjoying the solitude. Her mind drifted from the road, the cogs slowly turning over as she flickered through thoughts and ideas, on areas to focus upon first.
Pulling to a halt just outside the main gate, Fallon looked back at the guards that were stood there before giving a respectful nod to them and continuing on her way. The plan was to see if indeed anyone did come after the previous day's arrangement, and if they could rise to the challenge. Admittedly she had arrived a few bells early, but she always thought it better to be early over being late. She felt Javil give a snort as she stopped a few yards away from the main gate and waited for those few to arrive. If they ever did, at present she would be unsurprised if they did not show face. And if they did not, then she would simply travel alone and train in solitude.
She walked, slapping down a note on the table before continuing on her way. It was little more than a reminder to the few that still existed within the dormitories, and should they ever wonder on her where about. Or if she never returned at least then they could have a place to start looking. She passed the few others on her way, a polite nod with the mumble of “good morning,” under her breath. Not that they seemed to pay much attention. Her feet quickened as she approached the stables, and gave a greeting to the few early morning staff, before going to her mount. The world was a blur around her, Javil being saddled up and tended too in the breaking dawn. Tired fingers pulled the saddle around the horse; careful hands stroked at his sides as she worked her way round and checked he was indeed fit for riding.
Hands ran across the spine, and then down to the legs to the hooves, tired eyes darting from each to check for signs that he was indeed being looked after. She softly hushed him when he gave a snort, and pulled the bridle along his snout. The reigns were clipped into place and tightened, and the last of the straps were secured. She loaded up the saddlebags, and without a moment of hesitation she swung herself up into the saddle. After that it turned into a mad race, her heels went to his sides, the horse going from a gentle walk into a trot out of the city. Orvin followed close behind, paws padding against the ground. The squire gave an incline to the shaggy creature as she picked up her speed “Orvin, let’s move.”
There was the click of the tongue, the thoughts of the Kabrin Road opening out before her and the knowledge that world was being served to her. She was free from the city and free for a while from the closed in walls. Her feet dug into the sides of the creature as she tightened her hold onto the reigns. It would be a worthwhile trip, and she prayed that the effort she put into it would pay off. She gently urged Javil on, straightening her back whilst her eyes sheepishly checked her feet were in the stirrups. Orvin was walking next to her, head looking up at her and then ahead once more as they made their way to the main gate.
It gave a snort, hooves clipping against the floor whilst her eyes darted about her surroundings. She could hear the faint clatter of metal against the side of the saddle, the chink of the lantern against the backpack that had been strapped there. Across the back a series of arrows had been strapped in place, the short bow with them. The plan was set to only be a few days out of the main body of the citadel, far enough away that she escaped the main bustle of the city life and could become one with nature. Whether or not those few days would turn out to be longer was currently unknown to her, but that was a mystery that would be solved in due time. For the moment she was enjoying the solitude. Her mind drifted from the road, the cogs slowly turning over as she flickered through thoughts and ideas, on areas to focus upon first.
Pulling to a halt just outside the main gate, Fallon looked back at the guards that were stood there before giving a respectful nod to them and continuing on her way. The plan was to see if indeed anyone did come after the previous day's arrangement, and if they could rise to the challenge. Admittedly she had arrived a few bells early, but she always thought it better to be early over being late. She felt Javil give a snort as she stopped a few yards away from the main gate and waited for those few to arrive. If they ever did, at present she would be unsurprised if they did not show face. And if they did not, then she would simply travel alone and train in solitude.
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