07-28-2012, 03:59 PM
Saqui found a hut empty and on the outskirts of the village, something she hoped for, because she was hoping to put up a garden of her own, though these things would not be edible but to the old humans and possibly some of the animals, she felt it helped sooth her homesickness down in the south. Once she finished putting her meager belongings, a bow her father gave her, and the arrows that came with it, and a few other odds and ends she went to find Mirage the pasture. She was rather good with other horses but she was mean spirited against anyone else, Saqui was still trying her best to keep the horse under guard and make sure she behaved, but she wasn’t always there to help out.
It wasn’t long before she found the welcoming scent of the horses, though many would say it was gross smelling horse manure, and their sweaty stink, Saqui relished in it because that was what she grew up with, it was the memories of her mother she had and all she could keep alive. She found herself inside the stables figuring a spot where the mare would be put eventually if a storm hit. The horse liked it out far better than going inside, and she could tell the pasture was well taken care of besides the opening of the stables out to it. She looked at the horses and saw many different types and smiled. Mirage could have some nice studs if she weren’t pregnant already, but there would be a few years left in the mare for her to have more foals. For now Saqui would take care of her while she was pregnant. She lead the large animal out into the open pasture and then took off the only thing she wore, a halter and the horse ran for all she was worth. Saqui watched as the horse trotted around, tail raise head high, that of a matriarch. She was one of the heads of her herd when Saqui took her, and the horses were all ready to fight when Saqui caught her, but soon ran when her own tribe ran them down, they didn’t kill them, it was taboo to kill a horse, but scared them off or caught ones of their own. The young woman nodded in appreciation. Mirage was a good enough horse to have by her side for the rest of her life Saqui knew that much herself.
It wasn’t long before she found the welcoming scent of the horses, though many would say it was gross smelling horse manure, and their sweaty stink, Saqui relished in it because that was what she grew up with, it was the memories of her mother she had and all she could keep alive. She found herself inside the stables figuring a spot where the mare would be put eventually if a storm hit. The horse liked it out far better than going inside, and she could tell the pasture was well taken care of besides the opening of the stables out to it. She looked at the horses and saw many different types and smiled. Mirage could have some nice studs if she weren’t pregnant already, but there would be a few years left in the mare for her to have more foals. For now Saqui would take care of her while she was pregnant. She lead the large animal out into the open pasture and then took off the only thing she wore, a halter and the horse ran for all she was worth. Saqui watched as the horse trotted around, tail raise head high, that of a matriarch. She was one of the heads of her herd when Saqui took her, and the horses were all ready to fight when Saqui caught her, but soon ran when her own tribe ran them down, they didn’t kill them, it was taboo to kill a horse, but scared them off or caught ones of their own. The young woman nodded in appreciation. Mirage was a good enough horse to have by her side for the rest of her life Saqui knew that much herself.