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POSTED: Sun Dec 01, 2019 6:43 pm


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Corank thread (Vaquera): Observe the Bay Horses and inform the Equinest of any changes. If there is no Equinest, report to a member of the Sotto Capo or above.

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Evelyn had always heard about the wild horses that Salsola had been aided by another pack many years before in establishing within the Northern part of their territory and extending out further into the wildlands within the valley. The Bay Horses were made up of three groups from what she understood, but she had never actually had gotten to see them for herself. It was a little too close to the edges of the territory for her liking to be out there, but something today had her interests piqued in particular, and feeling a little more confident with going out of the territory borders - it was a good of time as any.

The girl had set out early that morning, dressed in the warmest garb as the days of late were growing much colder, and the wind almost ripped through one's fur without so much as a thought setting the young Ulrich to constant shivering if she did not keep moving. The sun offered some support during the day, but the nights were much too cold to be out without a purpose. Shouldering a large bag that had some supplies in it, she also had slung a quiver of arrows over her chest, as well as her new bow she was very proud to sport. A beloved gift from her grandfather for reaching her first birthday.

The first rays of sunlight were just breaching the Eastern border promising at least a clear day, albeit not a warm one. The child in the air had appeared to keep most animals in their nests and burrows, as the silence that hung in the air was refreshing as she made her way through the woods. Evelyn had hoped to tally up the numbers of at least one of the herds that made up the band of Bay Horses, but if she could catch a glimpse of one of the other bands, that would be most favourable. Either way, she was just excited to see them in their natural territory. It would not be hard to track them with her keen nose, but she did feel a little lonely on the crisp fall morning.

Picking her way through the rough strewn grasses of the Northern border, Evelyn tried to remain quiet on foot, as the snap of the frost stricken grasses threatened that notion.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 01, 2019 7:40 pm

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Beneath her, the leather straps of a cobbled together saddle creaked where she’d tied them. Blowing on her hands, which were overly cold from her frequent use of the reins, she contemplated the vicissitudes of her place within Salsola, which seemed only to be on the rise. She thought her parents were proud of this; this pleased her, but the rise in station itself left her melancholy.

She’d thought she’d feel something by now, a blooming, blossoming sense of patriotism for the pack of her birth, and yet she looked only forward to the steps she had left. Slowly, she was coming to realize the wisdom of Indra’s choice, that no accomplishment would ever be great enough and that refusing to play was the only way to win.

The gauntlet had been cast, however, and she could not withdraw it.

Nearing the border, and the alluring call of a warm bed in her own home, it was the scent of another that drew her head upright. Adjusting Fingal’s course, the forgot about the goods he carried on his back, or her original intent. As always, any potential opportunity for a bit of mischief was not a call she could ignore.

Letting the white horse pick his own way back across the borders, she guided him carefully when the snow became thick, eventually leaping from his back to break the ice by hand. His safety was less important than her own, but his use as a tool for travel and a beast of burden was paramount to her work. He was a beautiful creature of respectable bloodlines, not unlike herself, and she would not allow folly to be his downfall.

Ahead, someone was picking their way carefully toward the bay, silent footfalls giving away nothing. It was not the first time she’d discovered such a thing, but the circumstances had been different.

Defecting? Wondered Clementine with a teasing smile, her breath fogging. You break my heart, Eve.


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POSTED: Mon Dec 02, 2019 9:40 pm


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It was difficult traveling on foot now that she had her own horse to call her own. A special gift from her father and Papa that had been a little unexpected, although it may have had been hinted at as of late. It just did not seem like a good idea to bring the horse with her where she wanted to go exactly and therefore traveled on foot the entire morning towards the borders of the Thistle Kingdom. She rubbed her hands together, attempting to warm them as the cold of the winter winds that broke through her thick furs chilled her to the bone.

The thought of retreating danced in her mind momentarily as the call of a crackling fire was almost enough to turn the young Ulrich on her heels and start running, but the girl refrained knowing that this work here would prove her mettle as a future Equinest to the pack. The Bay herds were well known around Salsola, but Evelyn had yet to experience their glory for herself. She gathered as much information as she could about them and promised to return to Grievous later today or tomorrow morning with the information she had gathered.

The sound of a familiar voice disturbed her thoughts and her pointed nose whipped around to see who it was. A grin crossed her lips and she feigned surprise at being caught in the act.

"You caught me. The burden of my father's ambitions for me was too much to bear," she grinned, throwing her hands up in defeat at the red-headed woman that approached. Behind her was her own mount following through the footsteps that were broken by Clementine for easier passage through the crisp ice that blanketed the landscape. Dropping her hands back down to her sides, before absent-mindedly crossing them over her chest as a chill ran through her the woman eyed the well-packed horse.

"If I wasn't mistaken, you would look like you were more prepared to defect than I," a quirk of her brow in faux suspicion at the horse carrying a small load possibly for trade on the outside of the borders of the Thistle Kingdom. Travel was growing harder in these months as winter was beginning to settle in nicely around them. It sure made it more difficult to hunt when the prey animals did not want to be out in the cold any more than she did.

"Actually, what I was doing was going to see if I could find one of the Herds in the Bay, was hoping to get a tally of their numbers and see how healthy they may look and report back to Equinest Grievous," she mentioned, not wanting to outright ask if the woman wanted to accompany her. It would be a lot less boring and much more interesting to have her come with. Their last adventure found the two girls deep within the belly of the grotto hiding from similar elements such as this. It appeared they had a knack for running into each other in terrible precipitation.

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POSTED: Fri Dec 06, 2019 7:47 am

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Evelyn’s feigned surprise pleased her for a reason (or reasons) she couldn’t quite explain or otherwise articulate. She enjoyed these little interactions that were both harmless and entertaining. So many Salsolans were insufferably serious, brokering no argument and avoiding humor as if it were somehow a mark against them.

In other words, they were boring, something Clementine thought was a worse crime than heresy.

Is your father very ambitious? Wondered the Merchant Apprentice, her broad smile indicating that this was just one more in an endless series of harmless jabs. In truth, there wasn’t a soul here who wasn’t industrious in some way. Even this pale, blue eyed creature before her understood that the climb was half the fun.

And necessary, but that was secondary.

It looks that way, doesn’t it? I must be careful, then, She paused to allow a flickering smile to burst across her face. otherwise someone might think I’m up to no good.

A truer statement had never tumbled from her lips.

She had been trading in Portland, which was known only by those she needed to inform; the members of her faction, for example, and the leadership, who knew everything one way or another. None of this bothered her, as informing them of these activities also acted as a show of contribution. No one could say she was lazy, whatever else they thought about her.

When Eve mentioned the Bay horses, her face turned contemplative.

Much of Ghost band’s territory had been eclipsed by Salsola’s various expansions north, and she wasn’t sure whether they’d been assimilated into either of the two remaining herds or moved elsewhere. With Inferni gone, everyone could have shifted east as well. She knew personally of one particular group, the Ash horses, having a personal taste for speed over strength when it came to horses.

I could show you where Ash is, She said noncommittally, knowing full well that she could invite herself on the premise of outranking the woman before her. Alas, she had so few friends as it was, she was reluctant to make more enemies unnecessarily. if they haven’t moved too much due to the weather, they should be directly east of us, across the Pictou.


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