I willed myself to write this chapter while talking to my good friend CarmelBoost on MSN this morning. Sorry, but it's gonna be short because there's an essay I've got to write (It has to be at LEAST 5 pages)
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"So, let's see…" Ruzac scanned the rows of buildings until he spotted his destination, "Aha, there it is."
He grabbed Night's black-leather reins, leading the dark horse towards the local stable. Sirena and Raida were both still riding atop the black equestrian until Ruzac motioned for them to get off.
A bell jingled softly as Ruzac swept into the stable. His black eyes looked around at the glossy coats of the well-bred stallions and mares that stood silently in their stalls. At the back of the place, amid stacks of hay and riding tack, there was a man trimming the mane of an old, red-roan warhorse. He spotted the small group and turned to greet them.
"Hey there, what'cha be needin'?" he asked, brushing a few stray flame-colored hairs from his slightly-tattered, black apron, "M' name's Joel," he held out his hand.
Ruzac outstretched his own hand and shook Joel's in greeting, "I'm Cazur, and this is Sirena, my sister. We need a good horse – a thoroughbred or an animal with good endurance."
"Travelin' type, are ya?" Joel asked and grinned at him, "Used t' travel back in m' younger days. But ol' Fireburst here ain't as young as he used t' be. What kind o' horse is y're ol' blackie there?"
"He's a hybrid. Half Arabian, half Mustang," Ruzac patted Night on the shoulder, "What kind of horses do you have in here?"
"Hybrid, eh? Well, we only got us s'm purebreds in these here stalls," the horse breeder gazed fondly at the horses, "There's ridin' horses, work horses, show horses, racin' horses, breedin' horses, all manner o' horses."
"That's great, then, so how much would that speckled fellow over there cost?" Ruzac asked as he rubbed his mind against the horses. The stallion immediately trusted him and they exchanged pleasantries before Ruzac snapped back to attention.
"Ah, that's Coaly; he ain't worth nuthin' 'cuz no one'll buy 'im since I don't know where he came from – a trader from Surda came 'ere a few months ago an' dropped 'im off," Joel shrugged and stroked the silver-with-black-speckles stallion's white mane.
"I'll give you a hundred crowns."
"Two hundred," Joel fixed a squint on Ruzac's face.
"One hundred fifty," the rider growled.
"One hundred an' ninety."
"One hundred seventy," Ruzac set an icy-cold stare on Joel.
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"How do you do that, Ruzac?" Sirena asked in wonder as she rode alongside Ruzac on Coaly.
"It's just word games," he replied, "you learn how to use them pretty well once you've lived for about two hund- I mean, twenty years."
You actually slipped up. That's not something my old master used to do, a sneer made its way into his mind.
Leave Ruzac alone, brat, Jake's voice joined the silent conversation, Hey, Ruzac, you might want to come back. You have a visitor…
Oh no…there was only one person, and one person only, that Jake would call "brat".
Ruzac sighed. So this is where those two had escaped to after they left the Varden…
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Hmmmmmmm yeah so I'm kinda tired…and I gotta go write a stupid essay!!!! It's due tomorrow…gods, and this chapter was only 2 pages long TT plz don't flame me!
Bye (for now)! thanks for reading!