Private for Savina
Finally, the rain had stopped. At least, that was the case for the moment. The delicate Dauphine had been waiting all morning for a break in the storm to the point where she had almost resigned herself to staying indoors all day. Her mate, the Lord and Marshal, was at the stables tending his hoofed charges. That was her intended destination. She wished to not only visit Heath at his workplace, but also to visit her horse, the strong, white stallion by the name of Stark. She had not had the chance to ride him with Heath lately, due to the inclement weather and, as was natural, she missed the large creature that seemed so fond of her. Her other furry companion, the longhaired kitten, Soleil, was content to lie in front of the warm fireplace all day. He could not begin to fathom what would possess his blind owner to go outside in the chilly, wet weather. As a feline, he rather disliked water, although when it was in its solid, white form he did not mind it nearly so much. The kitten had grown significantly since Ruri and Heath had first found him in the stables, and he was beginning to gain some of the tremendous size of his Maine coon ancestors. The tufts on the tips of his ears had grown longer and the flaming orange stripes on his fur had grown darker and more distinct. It would likely be a long time yet before he reached his full size, but Ruri had noticed his gradual increase in weight from the times that he sat on her lap.
With the pause in the rain, ivory-furred foot paws carried her to her bedroom closet where she quickly slipped on her cashmere tunic, which she rarely left the house without. Once dressed, the blue merle luperci dashed out the door, not even bothering to check if Soleil wanted to come along because she knew he did not in the least. Milky blue eyes, danced aimlessly over the landscape in front of her as Ruri carefully scampered down her porch steps and turned south, towards the stables. On her way down she would make a nearby sweep of the borders, just to be careful. Jac had cautioned her about going to the borders too often, but she was the Dauphine. It was part of her job to check the borders; though she did heed the kings warning somewhat and only took the border route rarely. Should someone attempt to assault her, she knew one of her friends would be there in moments if she called. Plus, she knew enough of the landscape to run away if it came down to it. Of course, the fragile collie girl hoped that that would not happen. It was wet, and as such the landscape was muddy and slippery making it difficult to navigate even her memorized paths through the lands of Cour des Miracles.
Word Count: 492