10-22-2011, 10:21 PM
ooc- Quartz Shoreline, old PV lands.
ic- It had been along time coming and she hadn't even wanted to venture into the lands, but a foggy hazy memory of so long ago kept her moving through the lands, riding perched on the back of the large stallion. She let him wander as he pleased for the moment, he moved down the old red trail, plotting along as though he had purpose. Zana had seen that he had no interest in leaving the road for the moment and for that she was grateful.
The old road was something she slightly remembered. Being carried in a sling of sorts to and fro. Wherever DaVinci went she had gone. Now even as she gazed at the small houses and farms she knew this was where she had come from, and yet this place was somewhere she wished she wasn't.
A sudden chill rolled down her spine as she stared at the old farmstead. Her breath was fast and short as she finally realized the stallion had stopped. A soft whine came from the large creature as she shook off the fear, realizing that he had come to the gate of a fence, a nicker in greeting told her the silly male had found others, wild horses by their appearance, but them again these had once been claimed lands.
She sighed and climbed from the stallions back and unlocked the gate. Perched on the door she rode the unlatched gate while it swung open, the stallion prancing past and into the overgrown field beyond to find the two others who had called out to him. She left him to his games as she sat silently on a fencepost eyeballing the farm.
ic- It had been along time coming and she hadn't even wanted to venture into the lands, but a foggy hazy memory of so long ago kept her moving through the lands, riding perched on the back of the large stallion. She let him wander as he pleased for the moment, he moved down the old red trail, plotting along as though he had purpose. Zana had seen that he had no interest in leaving the road for the moment and for that she was grateful.
The old road was something she slightly remembered. Being carried in a sling of sorts to and fro. Wherever DaVinci went she had gone. Now even as she gazed at the small houses and farms she knew this was where she had come from, and yet this place was somewhere she wished she wasn't.
A sudden chill rolled down her spine as she stared at the old farmstead. Her breath was fast and short as she finally realized the stallion had stopped. A soft whine came from the large creature as she shook off the fear, realizing that he had come to the gate of a fence, a nicker in greeting told her the silly male had found others, wild horses by their appearance, but them again these had once been claimed lands.
She sighed and climbed from the stallions back and unlocked the gate. Perched on the door she rode the unlatched gate while it swung open, the stallion prancing past and into the overgrown field beyond to find the two others who had called out to him. She left him to his games as she sat silently on a fencepost eyeballing the farm.