17th of Spring, 514 AV
Snow trotted along Kabrin road smoothly and easily. The afternoon was Xira's to do as he pleased so away he rode. Since he came to Riverfall the courier had given little attention to his horse. Snow had greeted him and seemed eager to go. With help from Aweston the two saddled her up and Xira struggled to get onto his horse. At some point he would be able to ride his horse with no problem, but today was not that day.
Windhorses were incredibly fast. So fast that they say that they ride like the wind and are so smooth that they feel as if their hooves do not even touch the ground. Xira could attest to that. Snow loved to race and Xira loved to let her. She galloped along the road with the sea of grass visible in the distance. Xira was not confident he could survive in the plains. The grass rose high and hid terrifying monsters, or so the rumors and stories said.
He gave her her head and she took the chance to run. The road fled from them, the entire world melted away as she sped along. He would not go far, he feared too much for the safety of his horse and his own well being. But for that brief moment, he let Snow thunder down the road, setting off clouds of small birds in their wake. They ran and ran, leaving behind the city and the orchards behind.
He would not go far, just out to see some of the scenery. The man had been cooped up in the Sanctuary or the city and had yet to actually see some of the wilderness. The more he thought about it, the more he realized, this was the homeland of his mentor. This place, so different from Xira's own home, created a man who he admired so much.... and it was largely featureless. The wandering city of Endrykas was near and an influx of the people were in town to trade. He could not imagine how they survived on the featureless place, but survive they did.
He lightly tugged on the reins to slow Snow down. Snow had been well trained by the Windmounts in Syliras and this was good for a novice rider such as himself. She responded instantly by slowing her gait to a trot to cool off from the run, he looked back to the city, now a fair ways away. He did not wish to get attacked by a monster or bandits so he turned around and started back the way they came. Snow seemed eager to run longer, but Xira felt she needed her rest. Best not to wear out the horse this far from the safety of the town.
As they trotted along he saw the tips of the grass in the distance shake and rustle. Xira's heart lept to his throat and he was about to urge Snow forward when the source emerged from the tall grass.
Snow trotted along Kabrin road smoothly and easily. The afternoon was Xira's to do as he pleased so away he rode. Since he came to Riverfall the courier had given little attention to his horse. Snow had greeted him and seemed eager to go. With help from Aweston the two saddled her up and Xira struggled to get onto his horse. At some point he would be able to ride his horse with no problem, but today was not that day.
Windhorses were incredibly fast. So fast that they say that they ride like the wind and are so smooth that they feel as if their hooves do not even touch the ground. Xira could attest to that. Snow loved to race and Xira loved to let her. She galloped along the road with the sea of grass visible in the distance. Xira was not confident he could survive in the plains. The grass rose high and hid terrifying monsters, or so the rumors and stories said.
He gave her her head and she took the chance to run. The road fled from them, the entire world melted away as she sped along. He would not go far, he feared too much for the safety of his horse and his own well being. But for that brief moment, he let Snow thunder down the road, setting off clouds of small birds in their wake. They ran and ran, leaving behind the city and the orchards behind.
He would not go far, just out to see some of the scenery. The man had been cooped up in the Sanctuary or the city and had yet to actually see some of the wilderness. The more he thought about it, the more he realized, this was the homeland of his mentor. This place, so different from Xira's own home, created a man who he admired so much.... and it was largely featureless. The wandering city of Endrykas was near and an influx of the people were in town to trade. He could not imagine how they survived on the featureless place, but survive they did.
He lightly tugged on the reins to slow Snow down. Snow had been well trained by the Windmounts in Syliras and this was good for a novice rider such as himself. She responded instantly by slowing her gait to a trot to cool off from the run, he looked back to the city, now a fair ways away. He did not wish to get attacked by a monster or bandits so he turned around and started back the way they came. Snow seemed eager to run longer, but Xira felt she needed her rest. Best not to wear out the horse this far from the safety of the town.
As they trotted along he saw the tips of the grass in the distance shake and rustle. Xira's heart lept to his throat and he was about to urge Snow forward when the source emerged from the tall grass.
