Thursday, October 25, 2012

Emma, pt 13


Want to start at the beginning? - Emma, pt 1

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“The dwin hero of our tale doesn’t make her appearance at the start. Instead we first meet the crafter Raycole. She was a legend in her time, her skills unmatched.”

“How come only the crafters in stories can do anything impressive?” someone whispered.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Emma, pt. 12

Want to start at the beginning? - Emma, pt 1

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The warm, heady smell of roasting meat filled the camp. Rilen and Emma worked together to set up the tent they would share. Rilen taught Emma the best way to pick a spot and the proper order for setting the stakes and hanging the cover. Though Rilen had never been as far as Blue Coast, she had traveled some with her brother, and learned a few things about being on the road.

When they finished they sat inside the tent and Emma told Rilen about her race with Lison. Rilen seemed nervous just hearing about it and quickly changed the topics to the journey ahead of them and what she expected Blue Coast to be like.

“Between here and there you must try riding Juniper. It is so amazing.”

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Emma pt. 11

Want to start at the beginning? - Emma, Part 1

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Learning to control the horse with the reigns and with her legs didn’t take Emma as long as she would have guessed. Before they were even out of the valley she was able to stop Juniper, maker her go forward, and change how fast she trotted.

In the saddle Emma could not feel Juniper’s movements as she had the night she rode with Lison, but it was easier to hold herself in place on top of the horse. While holding the reins in one hand, Emma stroked Juniper’s mane with the other, gently patting the horse on the neck.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Companions

Neither man spoke as their horses walked side by side up the twisting mountain road. 

The taller man, with short black hair and a beard that needed trimming, watched ahead at the edge of the trail.The blond man was twisted, examining the contents of a saddlebag, his curly hair bouncing next to his face. Behind him, slung over the horse and tied down with strong leather straps, was a suit of armor; the full moon and a field of stars were reflected in its polished surface.