Stallions and Striders
20th of Winter, 513 A.V.
20th of Winter, 513 A.V.
Ugh, horses. As if sensing her thought, the nearest one neighed indignantly. The last thing she wanted to see to day - or any day, really. If it was not for Stanton's constant comments about how bad she was at riding, she wouldn't be here at all. That and the fact that she had lost a bet to him. Sagitta would have never had guessed that her patron would trick her and used his magic to outrun her - he never could before. "You never said I couldn't use everything I've got," he had said with a mischievous smile. If he wasn't her patron, she would have hit him in the head.
A bet is a bet and she had no choice to do what he asked. He didn't even bother to come with her, saying that he trusted her to do what was right. Really, Sagitta that the young knight was just too lazy to spend his off day in the stables with the smell of horse muck. She eyed several stableboys, wondering which would be able to handle her and teach her to ride a little bit better.
The only good thing was that the stables was out of the stifling castle. It still stood under the shadows of the giant stone structure, but at least Sagitta could see the clear sky out here and still feel safe. Behind her, the green pasture was a welcome sight after weeks of grey stones. A chance to be out of her plate armor was nice, too. These days Stanton had constantly forced her to wear the heavy equipment, noting that she needed to learn to move fast with all that weight. Today, she enjoyed the rub of the worn, light texture of her thin white shirt and the feeling of her toes wrapped inside the leather shoes.
Everything was good, except for the fact that she was hear to ride.