Post by Muse on Jul 25, 2010 20:49:20 GMT -5
Muse rode slowly through the crowds outside Castle Araluen. He was heavily reminded of the night he had fought for his life during the Christmas Ball. He still had the scars from it, one on his head, from a glancing crossbow bolt, and another on his left thigh just above the knee, from the bolt that had been shot through it. Neither was very noticeable, however, because the head wound was covered with hair, and the leg wound was covered with his nondescript brown clothes and his Ranger cloak. But finally, Muse had completely recovered and was back to active duty in Norgate. He had business with a Ranger near Araluen and decided to drop in on the town to buy some supplies.
Rye padded down the road in front of him and the horse, Eton. One little boy stopped to rub the dog's head, but as soon as he saw the Ranger and realized that the dog was with the Ranger, he stood up and scurried away. Muse was used to reactions like that, especially from younger people who didn't know what Rangers actually did. Then again, most of the older country people didn't know either. It was really only the Rangers and high-ranking officials and Craftmasters who knew, and even some of them weren't entirely sure.
Eyes sweeping the shops, Muse tried to figure out what he needed to buy. Some food, to start. He didn't have much with him anymore, most of it he'd eaten, since his appetite was finally returning after his concussion. And maybe a new pair of boots, if he could find some good ones of soft leather for cheap. The soles of his current boots were wearing thin, not to mention that they each still had blood stains from that night on the streets of this very town.
Rye padded down the road in front of him and the horse, Eton. One little boy stopped to rub the dog's head, but as soon as he saw the Ranger and realized that the dog was with the Ranger, he stood up and scurried away. Muse was used to reactions like that, especially from younger people who didn't know what Rangers actually did. Then again, most of the older country people didn't know either. It was really only the Rangers and high-ranking officials and Craftmasters who knew, and even some of them weren't entirely sure.
Eyes sweeping the shops, Muse tried to figure out what he needed to buy. Some food, to start. He didn't have much with him anymore, most of it he'd eaten, since his appetite was finally returning after his concussion. And maybe a new pair of boots, if he could find some good ones of soft leather for cheap. The soles of his current boots were wearing thin, not to mention that they each still had blood stains from that night on the streets of this very town.