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Date: 17 August Weather: Cool, overcast Time: Evening Location: Just east of the Flower Fields, CdA |
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[/html]Lots of boring expository here, don't mind me. <3
She still did not know what to call the mare. All of her previous mounts had come to her with names, and so she had never had to think about it. The palomino was demure and obedient and, after their first ride together, seemed to accept rather easily the fact that she had a new master. Cassandra guessed that she had changed hands frequently in her long years and it was easy to tell that the animal had been routinely overworked and under-cared for.
They rode through the grassy fields at a loping canter, heading northeast, and the pallid woman could not help but smile again at the convenience of having a horse again. Somewhere behind the clouds, the sun had begun its gradual evening descent. While still humid and muggy, it had been overcast for many days now, and for this Cassandra was grateful. She would always prefer the darkness hours, but daylight was helpful for many things, and moreso when filtered through clouds.
She had noted the presence of several packs when she had passed through the area the first time, though she had not chosen to approach any of them. Strangers she'd encountered and casually interrogated had offered up all the basic sort of facts, and she hadn't had a reason to want more than that. Three of them formed a sort-of triangle in the middle of the main peninsula -- all had similar-sounding names and were wolf-dominant, but supposedly they were all tolerant of other species.
They were nearing one of them now, and Cassandra slowed her nameless mare to a walk as a vast flower field came into view. The pack had no obvious visual border, but rather suddenly, there was a rush of recent scents piled on top of each other. They were still a good distance from any specific territorial scent leavings, but the trails of canines coming and going from their home made it obvious enough that the area was claimed.
Bringing the palomino to a gradual halt, the albino pulled back the hood of her cloak. The fields were beautiful, especially in the waning daylight. The colors were bright against the grey sky and distantly, she thought it was probably a lovely place to live. Shrugging to herself, Cassandra lifted her slim muzzle and let out a series of yips and punctuated the call with a short, high-pitched howl. Here to trade.
The horse snorted and shifted nervously at this noise. The hybrid dismounted and stood by the mare's head, stroking her nose until she calmed again, all the while looking out across the flower field.