still the days stay the same

Myrika Tears · 12-06-2011, 07:56 PM

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Myrika is by Kiri!

Myrika heard the call, lonely as it was, from her place out on the lonely frontier land of Inferni. Despite the coldness of the day, she had been tending to Eira, insuring the mare was in good health. Her hooves needed a little bit of picking, and she was always in need of a brushing, but the rust-hued coyote hadn't needed to perform hours of maintenance on her equine. It was unlikely Eira would have tolerated such a lengthy encounter, anyhow -- while she was generally good-tempered with a rider, she did not tolerate grooming quite so well as Myri would have liked.

The summoning note to the tone had been obvious to her, and so she had swung up onto Eira's back after throwing her saddle there, taking the horse through the gate and out into the forest. The marshes and flat country of Inferni stretched before them, and a rising urge to ride hard seized Myrika. She urged the roan forward, and together they flew over the flat and low country of Inferni, Eira's dark gray-blue mane flying against Myrika's face as the wild tangle of her red hair flew behind her. As they drew nearer to the thick weald, the Forest of Nod, the coyote slowed her horse to a fast walk, picking her way through the trees.

Both the coyote and the horse breathed hard, and Myrika was grinning merrily. As she approached the group gathered in the D'Neville gardens, however, the merriment drained away from her face, and she dismounted Eira quietly and sent the horse off to graze with a pat on the rear. She wished she hadn't strode up looking like she was in great spirits. This seemed a somber meeting; there was a certain tension in the air, and the coyote could very nearly taste it. Her bright cerulean eyes peered inquisitively toward Ezekiel and his work with the coyote she did not know, but Myrika did not ask questions -- all would be explained, she trusted.

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