Dropped Into Where???
Disclaimer: Me- Cass! A little help! Cass- No! Your story, your disclaimer, so there. Me- Hmph. Fine. Evil. Anyway, I don't own anything except for me, the horses you'll meet in this chapter, and my cat Reggie. But she's not in this story, so that makes it a little irrelevant, but who cares? Cass- Ok, calm down Em. You're scaring the readers. Me- So?
Chapter 5: Riding
With Cassy out of the way, I made my way down to the willow grove. Once there, I broke off several long, thin, flexible and sturdy branches. With these I fashioned 2 makeshift bridles, and headed for the grazing herd.
I hid inside the grove until a young mare wandered close enough for me to see the pupils in her dark eyes. I moved until she could see me, and began to walk forward slowly, with one of the bridles draped over my arm. She looked up, cocked her head, and decided that I wasn't worth her attention. She turned back to grazing, and I decided this would be Cassy's horse.
I walked forward and whistled, causing her to raise her head again. I took this opportunity to slip the willow bridle over her muzzle. She resisted briefly, and then turned her head to look at me. I finished securing the bridle and lead her to one of the nearby trees. I tied her on, so while I would be able to take her off, she was stuck there until I did.
Now the second horse. None would come near now, so I'd have to blow my cover and go out there. Into the midst of the herd. Hmmmm. This was going to be tricky.
I strode out into the middle of the herd, and almost none of the horses looked up. Either they were used to humans, which was good, or they were completely fearless, which didn't seem all that likely after the mare I had just handled.
Now, for my horse. I wanted one with spirit, but not as much as the gelding from last night. That was truly amazing. A gelding protecting his herd like a stallion. Wow. I looked around, and spotted two silvery horses. One, standing looking over the herd, the other next to the gelding and a step behind. Siblings, perhaps? The same sire and dam? Maybe. It would certainly explain why the two of them looked like twins.
The second silver horse turned and trotted down to the mare I had tied up. He looked at her and then at me, seemingly piecing two and two together. He planted his feet far apart and locked his knees. His eyes conveyed a message somewhere along the lines of "If you take her then you take me too." I approached slowly, and he lowered his head for the bridle to be slipped on. Now I knew that these horses weren't wild. They were runaways from some civilization. My hopes soared. This was our ticket out of here.
But I had priorities, and my main one was getting some sort of poultice on Cass's bruise. And fast.
I mounted Shadowwind (as I had decided to call the huge gelding) and untied the mare (I would leave her naming to Cass). I had left her about ½ a mile away, in a small alcove facing the herd and the willow grove. When I got there, she was awake. Not in a good state, but she was awake, which was something.
She was lying on her side, and coughing violently. Crap. The hoof must have hit one of the places she had damaged her spine a few years ago. Very not good. This might have more long-term affects than I had thought.
I rode to the opening of the alcove, and she looked up long enough to see who I was, before giving a groan that echoed off the stone walls. I walked over to her and hoisted her onto my shoulders again. Man, I was going to have bruises when this was over. I carried/dragged her over to the mare, who was standing silently watching me struggle towards her. She shook her head with an expression of something that had to be akin to disdain, and bent her knees so I could drape Cassy over her back. I secured her in place with a willow lash, mounted Shadowwind, and we rode back down to the stream.
A/N: once again, weird chap, I know, don't bother telling me. Review!
Disclaimer: Me- Cass! A little help! Cass- No! Your story, your disclaimer, so there. Me- Hmph. Fine. Evil. Anyway, I don't own anything except for me, the horses you'll meet in this chapter, and my cat Reggie. But she's not in this story, so that makes it a little irrelevant, but who cares? Cass- Ok, calm down Em. You're scaring the readers. Me- So?
Chapter 5: Riding
With Cassy out of the way, I made my way down to the willow grove. Once there, I broke off several long, thin, flexible and sturdy branches. With these I fashioned 2 makeshift bridles, and headed for the grazing herd.
I hid inside the grove until a young mare wandered close enough for me to see the pupils in her dark eyes. I moved until she could see me, and began to walk forward slowly, with one of the bridles draped over my arm. She looked up, cocked her head, and decided that I wasn't worth her attention. She turned back to grazing, and I decided this would be Cassy's horse.
I walked forward and whistled, causing her to raise her head again. I took this opportunity to slip the willow bridle over her muzzle. She resisted briefly, and then turned her head to look at me. I finished securing the bridle and lead her to one of the nearby trees. I tied her on, so while I would be able to take her off, she was stuck there until I did.
Now the second horse. None would come near now, so I'd have to blow my cover and go out there. Into the midst of the herd. Hmmmm. This was going to be tricky.
I strode out into the middle of the herd, and almost none of the horses looked up. Either they were used to humans, which was good, or they were completely fearless, which didn't seem all that likely after the mare I had just handled.
Now, for my horse. I wanted one with spirit, but not as much as the gelding from last night. That was truly amazing. A gelding protecting his herd like a stallion. Wow. I looked around, and spotted two silvery horses. One, standing looking over the herd, the other next to the gelding and a step behind. Siblings, perhaps? The same sire and dam? Maybe. It would certainly explain why the two of them looked like twins.
The second silver horse turned and trotted down to the mare I had tied up. He looked at her and then at me, seemingly piecing two and two together. He planted his feet far apart and locked his knees. His eyes conveyed a message somewhere along the lines of "If you take her then you take me too." I approached slowly, and he lowered his head for the bridle to be slipped on. Now I knew that these horses weren't wild. They were runaways from some civilization. My hopes soared. This was our ticket out of here.
But I had priorities, and my main one was getting some sort of poultice on Cass's bruise. And fast.
I mounted Shadowwind (as I had decided to call the huge gelding) and untied the mare (I would leave her naming to Cass). I had left her about ½ a mile away, in a small alcove facing the herd and the willow grove. When I got there, she was awake. Not in a good state, but she was awake, which was something.
She was lying on her side, and coughing violently. Crap. The hoof must have hit one of the places she had damaged her spine a few years ago. Very not good. This might have more long-term affects than I had thought.
I rode to the opening of the alcove, and she looked up long enough to see who I was, before giving a groan that echoed off the stone walls. I walked over to her and hoisted her onto my shoulders again. Man, I was going to have bruises when this was over. I carried/dragged her over to the mare, who was standing silently watching me struggle towards her. She shook her head with an expression of something that had to be akin to disdain, and bent her knees so I could drape Cassy over her back. I secured her in place with a willow lash, mounted Shadowwind, and we rode back down to the stream.
A/N: once again, weird chap, I know, don't bother telling me. Review!
