Yea I agree. Horses are mostly just for roleplay. ...
Ah, yes. Horses and roleplay. . .
* * *Through eyes half closed against the wind, the pink blur that appeared at the fringe of my range was large, and streaking towards us. Sensing my thoughts, Superian quickly pulled us back from our intoxicating thunder and speed. Before another heartbeat could pass, the Black Horse Courier stallion abruptly drew up beside us. The mist of heavy breathing from the two horses swirled together producing an eerie fog in the cool morning air.
"Hail, Buffy!" The owner of the soft Breton accent continued, "How fares my sister of the black horse?" As she dragged a sleeve across her face to remove some dust, I could recognize her. The stallion, despite being tired, was agitated. He stretched his neck towards Superian, snorted and blew through flaring nostrils at her.
"Good morning Surani. What news do you carry?" Superian was stamping her front hooves upon the road. I did not try to dissuade her as she pranced sideways, several paces away from the stallion and turned her head away from him.
"Well, the current edition of the paper has several articles in it about the tournament." The Breton backed her mount away slightly, and worked to settle him with limited success. "Things in Leyawiin are quiet as they normally are when the Countess is visiting her mother in Chorrol. Oh, I have a package for you, Buffy." A small hand slipped behind her into a saddlebag, produced a box about the size of a fist and lightly tossed it to me. "Well, pleasant journeys. We must be off now." The black horse snorted again and sprang forward, quickly opening the distance between us as trailing hoofbeats disappeared north towards Bravil.
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