Cluttered Shelving

Want to start at the beginning? - Emma, Part 1 --- The quick gallop back to the camp was, if anything, better than the first one.  Emma felt like she was flying, like nothing in the world could block her. The liberating feeling she had always dreamed would come from riding a horse was nothing compared to the actual thing.  It seemed like her whole body was vibrating, ready to move and keep moving forever.  When she finally saw the small fleck of camp light in the field she was tempted not to tell Lison so they could just keep going, but he saw it moments after she did and slowed Juniper so they could trot back.

Want to start at the beginning? -  Emma, Part 1 --- It was hard to gauge how fast they were going.  With the moon and stars still hidden behind clouds, Emma, even with her dwin eyes, could barely make out the rocky field around them or the dense forests beyond.  The features of the landscape faded into black a short distance from them, making it seem as though they were completely alone in some dark world.

Want to start at the beginning? -    Emma Part 1 -- Emma had seen horses before, with human riders as they passed through Paldurain. The dwin of the city had always shied away from them, giving the large animals a wide berth as they traveled the ornate, stone-paved streets of the city. Dwin held to the dwarven belief that animals were meant for laborious work, not for riding, and so had no horses. Instead they bred large plow animals to help seed fields and pull carts of ore and stone. Emma had ridden one of those, thanks to a permissive herdsman. The animal was clearly uncomfortable with her on its back, and she had a hard time keeping her balance with her short legs wrapped around it. It had been fun, a small adventure, but what she really longed for was to mount a horse and fly across the land, faster than she’d ever gone before.