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piosenniel · 11-24-2003, 03:31 PM

Erkaliel threw her small pack behind the saddle and lashed it on securely. Behind it, she secured the two panniers filled with the packets of dried meat she had obtained and the bags of apples. The brown and white piebald horse eyed her with a disdainful look as she drew near the horse’s head to introduce herself. ‘I know; I know. I should have changed my clothes, shouldn’t I? None too fresh smelling for an Elf, eh?!’ the horse snorted and shook her head as if in agreement.

The Elf clambered up onto her reluctant steed and took her place in line. Tanroth led the way, with the horse bearing Firiel and Rostion following behind. Solondil was next, his horse was high spirited and it took him a number of tries to get the beast to cooperate. Erfalas and Imtholion came next, with Arilewen’s mount nipping at the haunches of their horse as if urging it to get along. Dunaire followed, his horse raising his head high as if to comment on the poor manners of the horse in front of him. At the very back came Erkaliel, her mount moving slowly at her request. The Elf’s stomach was a bit queasy from last night’s fun, and she wished as smooth a ride as possible.

‘So, what shall I call you,’ she said as the line of horses started down the street toward the outskirts of the town. The horse swiveled one ear back as if listening to the musings of her rider. Erkaliel eyed the brown color, and remembered the Golden Wood in late autumn when much of the undergrowth turned brown in color. ‘You know – you look just the color of bracken fern when the snow is almost come.’ The horse snorted at this thought, but Erkaliel stuck to her decision. ‘Bracken, it will be. A fine name. And lovely . . . really . . .’

They had fallen a little behind the others, and Erkaliel kicked Bracken lightly in the flanks to catch them up. The horse whinnied a bit and trotted up next to Dunaire’s mount. Erkaliel nodded at Dunaire and asked if he remembered the name of the town they were heading toward. ‘A Halfling town, is it not,’ she asked, wondering what it would be like.

[ 10:05 PM November 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

11-24-2003, 03:31 PM	#33
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Erkaliel threw her small pack behind the saddle and lashed it on securely. Behind it, she secured the two panniers filled with the packets of dried meat she had obtained and the bags of apples. The brown and white piebald horse eyed her with a disdainful look as she drew near the horse’s head to introduce herself. ‘I know; I know. I should have changed my clothes, shouldn’t I? None too fresh smelling for an Elf, eh?!’ the horse snorted and shook her head as if in agreement. The Elf clambered up onto her reluctant steed and took her place in line. Tanroth led the way, with the horse bearing Firiel and Rostion following behind. Solondil was next, his horse was high spirited and it took him a number of tries to get the beast to cooperate. Erfalas and Imtholion came next, with Arilewen’s mount nipping at the haunches of their horse as if urging it to get along. Dunaire followed, his horse raising his head high as if to comment on the poor manners of the horse in front of him. At the very back came Erkaliel, her mount moving slowly at her request. The Elf’s stomach was a bit queasy from last night’s fun, and she wished as smooth a ride as possible. ‘So, what shall I call you,’ she said as the line of horses started down the street toward the outskirts of the town. The horse swiveled one ear back as if listening to the musings of her rider. Erkaliel eyed the brown color, and remembered the Golden Wood in late autumn when much of the undergrowth turned brown in color. ‘You know – you look just the color of bracken fern when the snow is almost come.’ The horse snorted at this thought, but Erkaliel stuck to her decision. ‘Bracken, it will be. A fine name. And lovely . . . really . . .’ They had fallen a little behind the others, and Erkaliel kicked Bracken lightly in the flanks to catch them up. The horse whinnied a bit and trotted up next to Dunaire’s mount. Erkaliel nodded at Dunaire and asked if he remembered the name of the town they were heading toward. ‘A Halfling town, is it not,’ she asked, wondering what it would be like. [ 10:05 PM November 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.