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Post by Julie Deveroix (D) on Mar 11, 2008 16:16:26 GMT -5
I chuckled. The gelding was trotting, Vince was riding as though his last ride were yesterday. Shaking my head in amusement, I directed Freya with subtle pressures to the flanks, my hands relaxed and sided him easily.
"So where are we off, brother? We can't quite go gallopping on Mont-Nuit now, can we?" Of course, we could. Then Vince would get noticed by other adepts, and Kendrick would her the rumor of his young siblings wrecking havoc on Night's Doorstep, and worry about the House's repute. He had a way of figuring out such things.
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Post by Vincent nó Gentian(D) on Mar 11, 2008 16:23:37 GMT -5
"The fields." I said simply. Now more than ever, I wanted to be beyond the city walls, if even for a moment. To feel a rush in my hair, and nothing but muscle and speed under my body.
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Post by Vincent nó Gentian(D) on Mar 11, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
I kept my patience as we wound our way through the streets. I feel behind Julie as she lead, knowing where our starting point was. For the time being, I looked around watching the people, noting how different everything looked from on high, not in a cloistered carriage, or even on foot, with head bowed. How strange.
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