Post by Curien on Jul 6, 2012 4:41:08 GMT -5
With the light breaking through the overcast over head a figure wrapped in a green-gray mottled cloak tightened the underbelly strap on a small shaggy light brown and stone grey colored steed. The steed looked small with a rounded body but had deceivingly well muscled legs. It's eyes were locked onto a small patch of pale green grass, its ears twitched with everyone new sound it heard around it but moved no other body part.
The cloaked figure finished with the strap and moved to the steed's face and gently stroked it's snout and scratched behind the left ear, "You seem to be doing much better today, Reese." a feminine voice escaped from the lips of the figure, pulling back the cowl of the cloak the woman had dark brown hair and honey kissed skin. He scratched the steed named, Reese, for a moment or two longer before slipping on foot in the stirrup and swinging herself into the saddle with ease and grace. She rested her hand on the long bow that sat in front of her. A habit she picked up from her Master long ago, making a clicking sound with her mouth the woman and Reese.
A few hours passed as Reese clopped softly on the dirt road leading to Seacliff. The overcast had thickened and it blocked the sunlight once again. The woman had begun talking to Reese he reminisced about passed adventures and events than Reese was present for. The shaggy steed replied with a short whinny and a shake of his head. "I know, I know but I just can't help it. You know how old Sari Forester can get about the past sometimes." she replied to Reese and patted his side.
The cloaked figure finished with the strap and moved to the steed's face and gently stroked it's snout and scratched behind the left ear, "You seem to be doing much better today, Reese." a feminine voice escaped from the lips of the figure, pulling back the cowl of the cloak the woman had dark brown hair and honey kissed skin. He scratched the steed named, Reese, for a moment or two longer before slipping on foot in the stirrup and swinging herself into the saddle with ease and grace. She rested her hand on the long bow that sat in front of her. A habit she picked up from her Master long ago, making a clicking sound with her mouth the woman and Reese.
A few hours passed as Reese clopped softly on the dirt road leading to Seacliff. The overcast had thickened and it blocked the sunlight once again. The woman had begun talking to Reese he reminisced about passed adventures and events than Reese was present for. The shaggy steed replied with a short whinny and a shake of his head. "I know, I know but I just can't help it. You know how old Sari Forester can get about the past sometimes." she replied to Reese and patted his side.