Post by Neira on Mar 31, 2012 14:50:08 GMT -5
Some days ago in the royal stables of the castle
Why did he have to be the one to ride east for the White Witch? He so did not deserve that task.
Since she took the throne from Lord Miraz, all of the king's men had a hard life. When she demands something, it had to be done as soon as possible.
He took a deep breath and opened the door to the stables. But before he could step inside, he ran into another guard.
"Be careful", the man said, "and remember to close the door behind you. Damian is wild again."
With an obvious "Oh no..." on his lips he entered. He instantly saw three guards standing around the stall of a tall black stallion. That must be Damian.
He had heard of that name before. Damian was the brother of another stallion – the one that was owned by the prince.
The men tried to calm the horse, but with no success. Damian had already ripped his halter and was constantly rearing back to break the wooden barrier with his hooves.
"Stand back, Gorn", one of the guards warned him. "Or this beast will kill you."
Gorn didn't think, Damian would want to harm one of them. He saw the glance in the eyes of the stallion and wondered whether he just wanted to be free.
"Let him go", he said to the others. "This horse is not of use for anyone of us. He had tasted the freedom too often. Just let him go."
He earned puzzled gazes, but then the guards stepped away. Damian reared a last time before he raced past the guards and Gorn and left the stables.
now, at a small lake near the town of Anvard
She had missed that. Just lying on the grass next to a lake, listening to the sound of the water and thinking about nothing. Every guard had his free day and Neira always spent hers here. It was her mother's heritage, that she loved to be near water, and everyone knows that – at least the part that she love it. She had never mentioned her family background.
Neira just looked up for a second, but only that second was enough to catch her attention. A tall black horse came to the lake. Somehow it reminded her of the horse Prince Caspian had. It looked at her as if to ask 'will you hurt me?', but as soon as she looked away from it, it came nearer to drink.
What a beautiful animal, Neira thought. Where do you come from?
Very slowly, to not scare away the horse, she got up and walked around the lake.
But as it suddenly raised its head, eyes widened by fear, she turned around again. Goldmane had tought her some things about horses and how to treat them. She could see from the way its neck was arched, that it was a stallion and his eyes told her that he was afraid of human. But somehow she knew with patience she could work with him.
Why did he have to be the one to ride east for the White Witch? He so did not deserve that task.
Since she took the throne from Lord Miraz, all of the king's men had a hard life. When she demands something, it had to be done as soon as possible.
He took a deep breath and opened the door to the stables. But before he could step inside, he ran into another guard.
"Be careful", the man said, "and remember to close the door behind you. Damian is wild again."
With an obvious "Oh no..." on his lips he entered. He instantly saw three guards standing around the stall of a tall black stallion. That must be Damian.
He had heard of that name before. Damian was the brother of another stallion – the one that was owned by the prince.
The men tried to calm the horse, but with no success. Damian had already ripped his halter and was constantly rearing back to break the wooden barrier with his hooves.
"Stand back, Gorn", one of the guards warned him. "Or this beast will kill you."
Gorn didn't think, Damian would want to harm one of them. He saw the glance in the eyes of the stallion and wondered whether he just wanted to be free.
"Let him go", he said to the others. "This horse is not of use for anyone of us. He had tasted the freedom too often. Just let him go."
He earned puzzled gazes, but then the guards stepped away. Damian reared a last time before he raced past the guards and Gorn and left the stables.
now, at a small lake near the town of Anvard
She had missed that. Just lying on the grass next to a lake, listening to the sound of the water and thinking about nothing. Every guard had his free day and Neira always spent hers here. It was her mother's heritage, that she loved to be near water, and everyone knows that – at least the part that she love it. She had never mentioned her family background.
Neira just looked up for a second, but only that second was enough to catch her attention. A tall black horse came to the lake. Somehow it reminded her of the horse Prince Caspian had. It looked at her as if to ask 'will you hurt me?', but as soon as she looked away from it, it came nearer to drink.
What a beautiful animal, Neira thought. Where do you come from?
Very slowly, to not scare away the horse, she got up and walked around the lake.
But as it suddenly raised its head, eyes widened by fear, she turned around again. Goldmane had tought her some things about horses and how to treat them. She could see from the way its neck was arched, that it was a stallion and his eyes told her that he was afraid of human. But somehow she knew with patience she could work with him.
