Great. Well, they had a right to be impatient. Cursing under his breath, Tarannon slung his bow across his back and ran to his horse.
He mounted without touching stirrups or pommel, grabbing the reins as his horse shied violently. He yanked the reins again and tried to remain seated. Wheeling back he yelled to the rangers that were still in camp and spurred his mount into a full-fledged gallop, hurrying to catch up with the others. He would have caught up, too, but the horse ran under a low branch, effectively removing his rider. Tarannon cursed again, then remounted and rode off again, this time watching carefully and surpressing his steed's mischief.
[ June 16, 2003: Message edited by: Arestevana ]
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