"Elith! Bring the horses in!" A slim, exotic looking woman called to her 14 year old fosterling from the family's tent. "And don't give me that look, you're old enough now to handle them just fine!" Elith sighed and finished braiding her silky, black hair, her mother's legacy, and stood. Such a beautiful night, Star Eyed was definitely watching the over the rolling Dhorisha plains this evening, with the stars blinking like perfect diamonds in the velvety black sky.
The fine, Shin'a'in horses were currently grazing lightly as two great, iron hued war mares stood guard over the herd. She looked to the mares wistfully. Someday, if she wasn't popping out babies like her dear foster mother, she would be a fine Shin'a'in warrior. The mares watched her icily. Although they knew her they weren't the friendliest war steeds, making them perfect for the task given. Their long tails swished slightly as the flies swarmed around their hind quarters with a faint buzzing sound.
"Go on, round them up, I'll help." Elith crooned, the mares bobbed their heads and proceeded to round up the horses. Out of all the pintos, appaloosas and other breeds of horse found in the herd, her favourite was the jet black stallion that had showed up a few days ago. He had icy blue eyes and grandther had told her the horse was probably stone deaf, but she loved it anyways.
The stallion in question gazed at her warmly and she felt as if he could speak to her, like she had pretended when she was a little girl. She had sat in the midst of all these magnificent horses, playing with them, telling them her secrets. She had pretended she was a noble Herald, just like her great, great aunt Kerowyn. The other children of the clan called her names sometimes, and she was shunned because of her silver eyes and pale skin. But she didn't care, they were all stuck up anyways. The only clan children of the plains she had ever met that were actually stuck up were the ones of this new foster clan.
The Tay'a'indra clan was very strict and 'appropriate'. They didn't allow just anyone into their clan. No. The only reason she had been allowed in the clan as a fosterling was because her mother had been a formidable woman, and a descendant of Herald Vanyel. Her father was a descendant of Kerowyn's and the family reeked of magic. She was the only one of them who had not been slain for her power that night, for she had none, but she wouldn't think upon that now, the horses needed to be in nearer to the gathering of large, brightly coloured tents.
The mares followed her silently, keeping the others in check as they approached the small rise that hid the clan from view. They topped it and disaster filled young Elith's eyes. All the tents were on fire and bandits ravaged the people. They took many things as she watched them, including many women and children's virginity. She backed away slowly, one step at a time. The war steeds to one look at the ensuing chaos and trumpeted, beginning to charge. But the beautiful black stallion swung around and and nipped them on the neck. They looked startled and then started obeying his whinnying order to follow. Elith looked to him, lost for words then he charged past her and she instinctively reached up and mounterd him as he ran past and swung around to face the herd. He trumpeted once more and they all dashed after him, their glossy coats reflecting the flames of what was her newfound clan.
The fine, Shin'a'in horses were currently grazing lightly as two great, iron hued war mares stood guard over the herd. She looked to the mares wistfully. Someday, if she wasn't popping out babies like her dear foster mother, she would be a fine Shin'a'in warrior. The mares watched her icily. Although they knew her they weren't the friendliest war steeds, making them perfect for the task given. Their long tails swished slightly as the flies swarmed around their hind quarters with a faint buzzing sound.
"Go on, round them up, I'll help." Elith crooned, the mares bobbed their heads and proceeded to round up the horses. Out of all the pintos, appaloosas and other breeds of horse found in the herd, her favourite was the jet black stallion that had showed up a few days ago. He had icy blue eyes and grandther had told her the horse was probably stone deaf, but she loved it anyways.
The stallion in question gazed at her warmly and she felt as if he could speak to her, like she had pretended when she was a little girl. She had sat in the midst of all these magnificent horses, playing with them, telling them her secrets. She had pretended she was a noble Herald, just like her great, great aunt Kerowyn. The other children of the clan called her names sometimes, and she was shunned because of her silver eyes and pale skin. But she didn't care, they were all stuck up anyways. The only clan children of the plains she had ever met that were actually stuck up were the ones of this new foster clan.
The Tay'a'indra clan was very strict and 'appropriate'. They didn't allow just anyone into their clan. No. The only reason she had been allowed in the clan as a fosterling was because her mother had been a formidable woman, and a descendant of Herald Vanyel. Her father was a descendant of Kerowyn's and the family reeked of magic. She was the only one of them who had not been slain for her power that night, for she had none, but she wouldn't think upon that now, the horses needed to be in nearer to the gathering of large, brightly coloured tents.
The mares followed her silently, keeping the others in check as they approached the small rise that hid the clan from view. They topped it and disaster filled young Elith's eyes. All the tents were on fire and bandits ravaged the people. They took many things as she watched them, including many women and children's virginity. She backed away slowly, one step at a time. The war steeds to one look at the ensuing chaos and trumpeted, beginning to charge. But the beautiful black stallion swung around and and nipped them on the neck. They looked startled and then started obeying his whinnying order to follow. Elith looked to him, lost for words then he charged past her and she instinctively reached up and mounterd him as he ran past and swung around to face the herd. He trumpeted once more and they all dashed after him, their glossy coats reflecting the flames of what was her newfound clan.