Age: fourteen
Date: 23rd of summer 499 AV
A soft breeze blew though the fields of grass allowing the soft light of the sun cast patterns on the almost covered ground, the soft rustling of the grass was disturbed by the ‘twang’ of a bow. In a small clearing in midst the grass stood a teenager that, with first look, looked like an Inarta, Her fiery red hair held of her face but an elaborate headband made from vines and flowers, her green eyes burning brightly with concentration on her task, However she was not full Inarta however also Drykas. The archers and the horse riders, in most opinions one of the best mixes, however that’s not everyone’s opinion.
Naomi pulled the notched the arrow as far back as she could and eyed the target in front of her, it was a bundle of hay in the shape of a small man and the target currently had a few dozen arrows lodged in his head, torso and neck. Her arrow’s fletching was uniquely five different shades of purple and onto each of the arrow’s shafts Naomi had engraved The Constellation of Sagittarius, she had always considered this as a way to honour her heritage.
Naomi held the arrow in place with her index finger and middle finger; blowing a strand of hair out of her face she loosed the arrow at the target, the arrow lodging in the calf muscle of the dummy. Lowing her beautifully engrave bow Naomi slowly walked towards the target. Her loose pants swishing as she walked to accompany the pants she wore a small piece of fabric only large enough to cover her breasts otherwise the sleeves wouldn’t allow for the best movement with her bow.
The sounds of the sea of grass was disturbed by the soft noises of… was it hooves? Naomi’s eyes widening she dropped her bow and ran to her pack, fumbling with her loose white shirt, she attempted to pull it over her chest. Naomi had the shirt around her neck when the horse approached. Pausing almost instantly, Naomi realised there was no rider… Pulling the shirt back off, Naomi approached the strider.
The beautiful horse was a light grey, with a mane of pure white. The mane covered most of the horses face and the tail was also just as long, this strider black strips on her muzzle. As Naomi stood there the horse huffed at her and came closer, she moved with absolute grace, the strider’s shoulder muscles tensed and relaxed as she strode towards Naomi.
As the Strider came closer Naomi noticed the horse also had the strips on her fore legs, slowly reaching out, Naomi felt the softness of her mane. When the horse didn’t back away Naomi measured the height and length of the horse, this horse of sixteen hands in length, she was to amazed to measure the height of the beautiful steed, instead Naomi imagined riding bareback on her magnificent back with Her twin falling behind on his strider. Smiling in satisfaction Naomi lightly brushed the mane from the Filly’s face and looked into its expressive grey eyes.
Naomi could help but get the feeling the Filly had been watching her train, was this her horse for mounted combat? Shaking her head at the thought she remembered that she took more after her mother… An eagle was most likely going to bond with her. Sighing Naomi bowed to the horse and walked back to the dummy and began to slowly pull out her arrows. From the corner of her eye Naomi saw the horse was still standing there watching her, trying to ignore he constant stare she began to run her thumb along the fletching of one of her arrows, after a few silent moments she heard the Filly’s hooves crunching the grass on the ground and soon enough she felt a huff of hot air on her cheek, as she slowly turned her head the horse let out what sounded like an annoyed neigh
“Excuse me?”
The filly just head butted Naomi and neighed again, Naomi began to rethink that she might actually bond with a horse… Shaking her head she couldn’t help but see herself braiding vines into the manes or ribbons to see the filly’s mane catching the wind as she runs though the sea of grass.
Naomi took a large step back and picked up her bow, as if she had been dared to, the filly followed Naomi neighing at her again.
“Wait… are you…bonded to me?”
The filly blew at Naomi’s face before nudging her again, with that Naomi broke out in excited laugher hugging the filly she smiled and kissed its muzzle.
“Do you have a name?”
When the Filly huffed and shook her head, Naomi began to think.
“What about Firestarter?”
Naomi got the same reaction, frowning she tried again.
“Star bearer?”
The horse almost glared at Naomi, sighing she bent down and pick up a stick. She then proceeded to write five names in the dirt. These names included Fire Runner, Wind breather, Earthsun, water walker and Star shiner. Setting back she looked back at the horse.
“Scuff the ones you don’t like”
Crossing her arms Naomi watched the Filly scuff out what looked like all the names, trying not to groan she approached the Filly, However had been wrong, the Filly had left one named unsnuffed… Fire Runner…
Naomi smiled brightly before she picked up her pack and for the first time mounted her Stider, Fire runner
