11-09-2011, 08:22 PM
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Zana had turned her attention away from the conversation when the blast of the chilly air hit her. The wolfskin pelt billowed and snapped around her as her lilac eyes watched the sky. She was silent a moment longer than was needed until she realized that Ezekiel was speaking with her. She flicked her eyes back to the leader as she nodded, accepting that he wasn't going to force this upon her, but let her try it. "I can't wait to try then.." She said as the thought of practice began to make her fingers itch, wanting to try and hand at this new weapon, wondering when Ezekiel would have these new bows.
When the winds began to whip again and Ibsen spoke she turned to look to their leader as he asked for the mare's rope. She snaked across the field quickly and lead the horse back for Ezekiel to work his magic, leaving the mare with him as she swiftly clambered onto Saol's back, the filly staying between the mare and stallion as she watched Helotes mount up.
Zana clicked her tongue at Saol, urging him to follow the others as the wind rode at her back, the cloak snapping wickedly against her hindquarters. She watched her cousins before her, hoping that Helotes
wasn't about to end up on the ground anytime soon, with the filly and Saol so close behind he might not be able to escape a few bruises if he did.
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Zana had turned her attention away from the conversation when the blast of the chilly air hit her. The wolfskin pelt billowed and snapped around her as her lilac eyes watched the sky. She was silent a moment longer than was needed until she realized that Ezekiel was speaking with her. She flicked her eyes back to the leader as she nodded, accepting that he wasn't going to force this upon her, but let her try it. "I can't wait to try then.." She said as the thought of practice began to make her fingers itch, wanting to try and hand at this new weapon, wondering when Ezekiel would have these new bows.
When the winds began to whip again and Ibsen spoke she turned to look to their leader as he asked for the mare's rope. She snaked across the field quickly and lead the horse back for Ezekiel to work his magic, leaving the mare with him as she swiftly clambered onto Saol's back, the filly staying between the mare and stallion as she watched Helotes mount up.
Zana clicked her tongue at Saol, urging him to follow the others as the wind rode at her back, the cloak snapping wickedly against her hindquarters. She watched her cousins before her, hoping that Helotes
wasn't about to end up on the ground anytime soon, with the filly and Saol so close behind he might not be able to escape a few bruises if he did.
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