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Salvia Eternity · 10-16-2012, 08:00 PM

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(446) hahaha wait on a Raze thread? You cray.

It was a crisp day, and it was days like this that Salvia reveled in. She had hunted before dawn and, while mist still hung in the air, taken down a small deer. Her belly full, she had gone home and enjoyed a luxuriously lazy nap for about an hour. Then her internal alarms, subconscious as they were, drove her to motion again. The horses were excited to see her and both looked eager to go out. At seven months, Tiger was nearly his full size; there was still more growing to be done, but he looked like a horse now as opposed to a colt. Nacht, nearing two, was (in Salvia’s opinion) the more impressive of the two. She made low rumbling noises to them, scratched both along the jaw, and then decided to go riding.

She did not saddle the black horse, but did throw a shaggy reindeer pelt over his back. Tiger harassed her the entire time until, finally, she donned a soft leather halter on his head. He had begun training with it and was used to such a thing, as he was the lead. This she kept looped around one arm, far enough to give him room but enough to reassure her he would not run off. The older of the two mounts was used to this, having both experienced it himself and led Tiger before.

So Salvia went off, riding eastward and taking familiar trails through the pine forest. It was no longer flooded and only a few places remained spongy, and these she avoided with wide berth. Then, after they tramped through the stream that marked the end of Salsola’s land, she urged the horses to run.

Tiger was faster than Nacht, but he was still young and his endurance was not half that of the black stallion. They did not manage to go far at all before Salvia was forced to slow. Still, it was lessons like this her young colt needed to learn—how to follow, how to run, how to function when around other animals. He was an impressive animal and she hoped to stud him (and Nacht) during the next large summer trip to Freetown.

The wind turned and Nacht’s ears pricked forward. He extended his neck, sniffed the air, and let out a whinny. Salvia frowned and turned her head; she caught a hint of horse, but it was muddled by the water. She let the horse follow it and was surprised to find a wolf, horse, and cat across the river. Of course, she realized that her own traveling group must have looked strange, and so hailed the stranger with one pale hand.

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