Post by atiana on Jul 27, 2005 19:58:08 GMT -5
((btw- Narhina- with some accents- means fire child in Quenya))
Atiana rode her horse proudly. They were quite a pair, both being fiery in tempermant, as well as both having chestnut hair nearly identical in color. Narhina too had an essence of pride about him. He knew he was admired by many.
She rode him along the path that led to the kingdom's stable. He pranced excitedly, then paused, flinging his head up. "It's okay," she spoke soothingly. He snorted reluctantly then settled down. She gracefully slid off, and led him inside the stables. They were well taken care of, with large, clean stalls. "This'll do" she thought aloud. She selected a stall and took him inside. She then slipped the fine leather saddle, saddlebag, and bridle off, placing them in a wooden box in front of the stall. She pulled out a metal curry comb, a hoofpick, a clean rag, and a soft brush from her bag and groomed his red coat until it gleamed. She combed through his thick mane, humming as she worked. She stepped back, admiring her work. The thoroughbred looked stunning- his red coat contrasting nicely with his white socks and blaze. His elegant ears were pricked forward, as if he were posing. He then promptly began to drop to the ground. "No, stop!" she said, waving her arms at him. He continued, and in desperation she threw shavings at him. He remained oblivious and rolled, turning himself into a dusty mess. "You brat!" she groaned, "It would kill you to stay clean, wouldn't it?"
Atiana rode her horse proudly. They were quite a pair, both being fiery in tempermant, as well as both having chestnut hair nearly identical in color. Narhina too had an essence of pride about him. He knew he was admired by many.
She rode him along the path that led to the kingdom's stable. He pranced excitedly, then paused, flinging his head up. "It's okay," she spoke soothingly. He snorted reluctantly then settled down. She gracefully slid off, and led him inside the stables. They were well taken care of, with large, clean stalls. "This'll do" she thought aloud. She selected a stall and took him inside. She then slipped the fine leather saddle, saddlebag, and bridle off, placing them in a wooden box in front of the stall. She pulled out a metal curry comb, a hoofpick, a clean rag, and a soft brush from her bag and groomed his red coat until it gleamed. She combed through his thick mane, humming as she worked. She stepped back, admiring her work. The thoroughbred looked stunning- his red coat contrasting nicely with his white socks and blaze. His elegant ears were pricked forward, as if he were posing. He then promptly began to drop to the ground. "No, stop!" she said, waving her arms at him. He continued, and in desperation she threw shavings at him. He remained oblivious and rolled, turning himself into a dusty mess. "You brat!" she groaned, "It would kill you to stay clean, wouldn't it?"