80th of Winter, 514 AV
The road to the stables was long. Enthere trudged through mucky snow. The road was nearly empty, but it was obvious that it was well traveled. People and horses left a mess of mud and ice that could be fatal to the unwary. The previously green-brown fields looked different covered in snow. Much of the white snow-covered fields were pristine, sparkling in the sunlight. The usual occupants shut away for the winter. Some of the fields closer to the stables held horses, huddled together for warmth. As she approached, carefully picking her way through across the icy road, Enthere recognised one of the horses.
The stables had a strange hold upon the Kelvic. She had only been on their grounds once before, but since then a part of her wanted to return. Humans kept themselves separated from the wilderness, yet they allowed a part of the wild into their man built sanctuaries in the form of horses. Enthere wanted to know why. What was so special about these beasts?
The horse she recognised was a large one she remembered as a Tiaden. He had been sick when she was here before, now he was gamboling in the pastures. He seemed quite playful. He ran about the field, kicking up snow and turning the pure white pasture into a churned mess of brown slush. Enthere walked to the edge of the road, where it was less muddy, and leaned on the fence to watch him. He was wild. Powerful and elegant. Beautiful.
The horse arched his neck as he ran, snorting white mist from his nostrils. He kicked several large clots of soil into the air, then spun on his hind legs and ran, kicking in the opposite direction. Enthere was glad to see him with spirit, some healer had done their work for him since she'd been there before. The sight of him playing made her strangely happy. The Kelvic felt what humans must have felt when they decided to allow such unruly creatures into their midst: admiration.
The road to the stables was long. Enthere trudged through mucky snow. The road was nearly empty, but it was obvious that it was well traveled. People and horses left a mess of mud and ice that could be fatal to the unwary. The previously green-brown fields looked different covered in snow. Much of the white snow-covered fields were pristine, sparkling in the sunlight. The usual occupants shut away for the winter. Some of the fields closer to the stables held horses, huddled together for warmth. As she approached, carefully picking her way through across the icy road, Enthere recognised one of the horses.
The stables had a strange hold upon the Kelvic. She had only been on their grounds once before, but since then a part of her wanted to return. Humans kept themselves separated from the wilderness, yet they allowed a part of the wild into their man built sanctuaries in the form of horses. Enthere wanted to know why. What was so special about these beasts?
The horse she recognised was a large one she remembered as a Tiaden. He had been sick when she was here before, now he was gamboling in the pastures. He seemed quite playful. He ran about the field, kicking up snow and turning the pure white pasture into a churned mess of brown slush. Enthere walked to the edge of the road, where it was less muddy, and leaned on the fence to watch him. He was wild. Powerful and elegant. Beautiful.
The horse arched his neck as he ran, snorting white mist from his nostrils. He kicked several large clots of soil into the air, then spun on his hind legs and ran, kicking in the opposite direction. Enthere was glad to see him with spirit, some healer had done their work for him since she'd been there before. The sight of him playing made her strangely happy. The Kelvic felt what humans must have felt when they decided to allow such unruly creatures into their midst: admiration.
