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Ezekiel de le Poer · 02-21-2012, 02:46 PM

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(380) Feel free to PP them crossing the river.

There was no true concept of ownership between Ezekiel and his animals, but he understood that he was master above them because of their needs. Ibsen could survive without him now, and he was certain the horses would as well, but he had confidence in his companionship with the animals. Viggo and Ibsen were brothers of a sort, and he relied on them for companionship as much as he did their other skills.

With the ground under them moving quickly, the trio cut through the empty land and soon came upon a barren area marked by a dark cut of water. Ezekiel slowed Viggo and as Ibsen circled his aforementioned spot, dismounted. “I’ll go look,” he called back to Myrika, motioning for the big horse to stay still. If there was any danger in the crossing he did not wish to risk his protégé or grandmother in the process. Aquila or not, Ezekiel cared little for his own safety—that was apparent by the way he fought.

Ibsen settled on a rock in the shoreline of the water, cawing. This was the thinnest area he had found, it seemed, and Ezekiel nodded. While he could see the bottom of the area closest to the shore, snow and mud had made the water beyond dark. Ezekiel retreated away from the water and began scouring the ground, looking for a branch long enough for his purpose. One piece of driftwood, likely left from a fallen tree, would serve his purpose.

He thrust the branch into the water, seeking to determine the depth. It was not much close by the shore, and after taking a few steps in until water reached his knees, he tried again ahead. This time the branch sunk lower, but he could still feel the bottom. Though the number itself was lost on him, the scale was not. The horses could easily ford the river, though it would mean needing to make a fire to dry their saddles once they stopped. Pleased none the less, he returned to the animals and remounted with a half-jump.

“I think we’ll be fine here; after this we’ll just keep going until we hit the beach, eh?” A toothy smile cut across his face, and with that the Aquila urged his horse forward.

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