02-21-2010, 07:51 PM
Private: for Strelein
The large friesian stallion wandered aimlessly across the rolling hills. His head down searching for anything that dare try to grow. His teeth snipping off anything appearing edible. His head raising only at the occasional sound or scent. On his back lay Anann, on her belly, braiding the unruly hair at the base of his tail. Every now and again Rem would give his tail a good flick, sometimes even swatting the wolfess in the face with it. He hated it when she prettied him up. I'd be done faster if you held still you know. She mumbled at the beast, though he gave it no mind. There was no need for lower speech with Rem, having been with Rem since a pup, there was little they didn't understand about each other.
Finally done with the small braid, a french style, only going about hands length down the tail before turning into a simple braid, the remained of his tail left unbraided. Anann sat up, still backwards on her steed. Before her she saw the tree line of forest to the north fading into the distance. What are you doing Rem? I told you, not yet! Quickly flipping around and sitting fowards now, to see if the stallion was paying attention. You better not be thinking of going all the way to Cour des Miracles. If he had heard her, Rem showed no sign. But at his current pace it would be a while before they would reach the borders to the pack land. Curious about the lands, Anann still wanted to know more before venturing towards the borders.
It couldn't hurt to check things out a little bit though, Anann reasoned. It'd be hard to meet anyone to learn anything if she avoided the place all together. Giving up on changing Rem's mind for the moment Anann laid back, staring up at the overcast sky. A single, solitary flake drifted out of the sky. Catching it on the back of her hand Anann watch melt and vanish. Opening the pouch hanging from her belt, Anann pulled out a piece of jerky. Chewing on it idly. Anann felt oddly nervious. She always thought she knew what path she was headed down in life, but it had crumbled and vanished beneither her feet. What was she suppose to do with herself now? She need to find purpose again. Never before she felt so unsure about her place in life or questioned what she wanted. Now she felt as if she had no answers to that question. Not yet.
The large friesian stallion wandered aimlessly across the rolling hills. His head down searching for anything that dare try to grow. His teeth snipping off anything appearing edible. His head raising only at the occasional sound or scent. On his back lay Anann, on her belly, braiding the unruly hair at the base of his tail. Every now and again Rem would give his tail a good flick, sometimes even swatting the wolfess in the face with it. He hated it when she prettied him up. I'd be done faster if you held still you know. She mumbled at the beast, though he gave it no mind. There was no need for lower speech with Rem, having been with Rem since a pup, there was little they didn't understand about each other.
Finally done with the small braid, a french style, only going about hands length down the tail before turning into a simple braid, the remained of his tail left unbraided. Anann sat up, still backwards on her steed. Before her she saw the tree line of forest to the north fading into the distance. What are you doing Rem? I told you, not yet! Quickly flipping around and sitting fowards now, to see if the stallion was paying attention. You better not be thinking of going all the way to Cour des Miracles. If he had heard her, Rem showed no sign. But at his current pace it would be a while before they would reach the borders to the pack land. Curious about the lands, Anann still wanted to know more before venturing towards the borders.
It couldn't hurt to check things out a little bit though, Anann reasoned. It'd be hard to meet anyone to learn anything if she avoided the place all together. Giving up on changing Rem's mind for the moment Anann laid back, staring up at the overcast sky. A single, solitary flake drifted out of the sky. Catching it on the back of her hand Anann watch melt and vanish. Opening the pouch hanging from her belt, Anann pulled out a piece of jerky. Chewing on it idly. Anann felt oddly nervious. She always thought she knew what path she was headed down in life, but it had crumbled and vanished beneither her feet. What was she suppose to do with herself now? She need to find purpose again. Never before she felt so unsure about her place in life or questioned what she wanted. Now she felt as if she had no answers to that question. Not yet.