02-27-2008, 11:29 PM
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indent For the past several weeks, Ahren de le Poer had lived in a daze. He worked mechanically, and rarely saw a living soul. He slept often, and dreamt terrible things. Today though, he was pulled into another life when the sound of hooves reached him. It was so startlingly familiar to see the horse that came running at him that Ahren’s demeanor barely changed. Shifting his feet and stepping slightly to the side, one hand shot out with a viper’s speed and grabbed a thick chunk of the horse’s mane. Ahren kept speed with the horse, one hand pressed against the flat skull until the startled animal settled to a sudden stop.
indent Ahren spoke lowly, using the quiet language he had used with Saffron. The horse’s eyes were rolling, and its breathing was heavy, but it did not seem to be likely to bolt again. Lifting his head, the red-eyed man looked around, waiting for the owner to appear. A voice called out, and Ahren’s ears turned forward. “Here,” he responded.
indent Ahren spoke lowly, using the quiet language he had used with Saffron. The horse’s eyes were rolling, and its breathing was heavy, but it did not seem to be likely to bolt again. Lifting his head, the red-eyed man looked around, waiting for the owner to appear. A voice called out, and Ahren’s ears turned forward. “Here,” he responded.