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Cassandra set up the barrels in the arena. It was bigger than she usually used for training, but Metsäpalo tended to turn uncooperative when placed in a smaller one. He’d been a good purchase. Tricky though. He was smart and quick to learn, but he was quick to anger too. He’d already tossed two of her better trainers for one seeming slight or another. That was why she was with him today.  “Metsäpalo, ...

“Well, hello…” Cass sat up in her seat, watching as a young Sulevaeri Plainsrunner bucked its would-be rider and almost trampled the individual. She’d been at one of the many black market horse auctions near Athelen for hours and had been bored with all the offerings thus far. Winter was coming and the selection was less than she would have hoped for. There were several pretty creatures, but oddly docile for this particular market. She had a particular t...

“Why are we here, again?” Ellah - well, Harmony today - looks up at the sign for the stables with a scrutinizing expression, her arms crossed. ‘Greyson & Hatch’ it proclaims in flowing white script on a dark, smoky background. While it’s certainly no Grimvelt estate, the building is wide and clean on the outside, with big, high windows letting in plenty of natural light. One of the double doors had been ...

Var and Ellah's Calamity - Part II   As they make their way along another straightaway, the tiefling glances over her shoulder briefly, looking amused at Cleo gaining some ground on them.   "Heads up," she calls out, and a few paces later, she and Rapha have jumped a mid-sized fallen tree in the path.   "On my mark...

Cassandra led Lilly Belle down the hallway of Thorn Rose Stables and towards the indoor training arena. The flaxen palomino was rapidly becoming a favorite of the rest of her staff, probably because the horse was as gentle and patient as she was large. The mare hadn’t been a rescue exactly, but she’d been purchased on a whim and Cass had considered retiring the horse to a different boarding location a few times. She lacked the usual fire and drive of the oth...

Cassandra eyed the yearling in front of her. The lovely black and white mare had striking tobiano and overo markings, and the different colored eyes made her almost unsettling at times. Particularly when the yearling stood stock still and watched with an almost uncanny curiosity. However unexpected the breeding of Mets and Gold Collector had been, the resulting filly had been a welcome addition to the stables.  For a...

Gwen stood at the edge of the field with more other fae than she could count. Some were dressed up as she was, others had been celebrating Spring Equinox but clearly hadn’t been attending the formal dance. She knew some of those around her looked down on the “poor fae” who didn’t have enough power to merit an invitation. She’d never say it, but part of her envied them instead.   Representatives from all the Courts were there watching as it wa...

Gwen stood next to Rhiannon weaving pale green flowers through her mane and tail. Rhiannon seemed fascinated by the activity, occasionally eating one of the flowers or nipping at a chain of water. Every now and again she’d eye another horse around her. Spring was in the air, and she’d be running this year in the fae. Or perhaps in this realm if she found a stallion or two she wanted to chase her. That decision would be Rhiannon’s.    She went to...

In the dying light of a setting sun, Clementine sits outside her tent, feeding a small fire that blazes contentedly under her care. The raucous, screaming laughter of young children is shortly followed by two girls bursting from the canvas flaps, one chasing the other. She watches with a careful eye as they run further from the tent, until they've reached a distance she deems too far, letting out a sharp whistle. "Don't go w...

Adrian brushed his long silver hair back into a leather tie, his bright gray eyes studying the horse he was going to be borrowing for the day. The mare’s name was Vanilla Obscura, and she was a pretty little thing. Well, comparatively little. At 15.3hh she was smaller than he was used to. That wasn’t necessarily the horse small so much as he was used to riding bigger, stockier horses.  ...

Cassandra led Metsäpalo up to where the race was spotting, smiling when she saw Ellah… Well, Harmony for the purposes of races and horse competitions. The tiefling had come a long way since their first ride, and Rapha was a familiar horse. It should make the cross country race Jeska was sponsoring a lot of fun. Provided Metsäpalo cooperated, that is.   “You ready?” Cassandra adjusted his tack, her tone clear...

Cassandra held Justice’s reins firmly. The large draft danced nervously as they eyed the crowd and people around them. Bringing them had been a test of the ember mare’s disposition had been something of an act of faith on Cass’s part, one that had thus far gone well. Justice was nervous, but had trusted Cass enough not to bolt. The stablehands all had strict orders not to handle her as the demonkin didn’t trust the mare when she wasn’t around and didn�...