Dawn rose to kiss the sky above Endrykas that day, casting brilliant vivid colors to stretch across the sky and light across the grasses to bring to life a sea of gold. A chilled breeze waved across the tall grass, tossing it this way and that pale reminder those who had been to the coast about how fickle the life on the water could be. This was the Endrykas though, keeping far enough inland to stay away from the tremendous waves, and brine soaked air that saturated such places. Here drykas men and women worked hard to carve out a living to be proud of, and always beside them were their trusted striders. No faster, nor braver horses could be found in all of the Cyphrus that could even match these magnificent steeds. Riding was in every drykas's blood, and as surely as they breathed, so to did they share a deep connection with horses, none more so than that which they shared with their striders. So important where they that those among their clans that remained unbonded and growing with age could not yet be fully accepted as a whole into their family until they had managed to prove themselves worthy of such a horse, and with that bonding would come acceptance into the clan, the connection beautifully illustrated for all to see in the form of windmarks that every bonded drykas bared. Finding the strider meant for you was all a matter of time for every drykas, that and sometimes even a bit of luck.
Just outside Naemi's tent, a young girl of seventeen summers stood, her feet awkwardly shifting underneath her as she bided her time for the woman to wake up. She was eager, almost too eager for the woman to wake, for her day to begin in full sway, and for the adventures the pair would surely have, at least in the girls mind she hoped it would be so. Just besides her two Zavians munched on grass, the chestnut color of their coats gleaming in the early sunlight. "Naemi?"
Just outside Naemi's tent, a young girl of seventeen summers stood, her feet awkwardly shifting underneath her as she bided her time for the woman to wake up. She was eager, almost too eager for the woman to wake, for her day to begin in full sway, and for the adventures the pair would surely have, at least in the girls mind she hoped it would be so. Just besides her two Zavians munched on grass, the chestnut color of their coats gleaming in the early sunlight. "Naemi?"
