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Apr 27, 2015 19:03:15 GMT -5
Post by blueunicornj13 on Apr 27, 2015 19:03:15 GMT -5
Learning the Ropes
@x-firefly's Prophet and blueunicornj13's Ryder
Setting: Shortly after Ryder is promoted to the rank of High Guard in the Summer Fields where the Exiles are currently staying
It was a bright, sunny day. A gentle breeze swept through the Summer Fields, making the tall grass surrounding the Exile herd sway like ocean waves. A brown paint sighed happily. This weather was always his favorite: warm, sunny, not a cloud in the clear, blue sky. It was picturesque and beautiful beyond belief. Though he had to admit it would be nice if he were celebrating such a nice day on his herd's own island where his son could learn the Exile ways peacefully without having to fear war and the uncertainty that came with not having a place to call their own. Leif seemed to be just as curious and boisterous as any colt his age though. Constantly on the lookout for some way to get into trouble. Ryder grinned at the sight of the spotted foal running around in the tall vegetation, using it as a cover to sneak up on unsuspecting victims (including a few grasshoppers and butterflies that hadn't exactly thought that they would wake up being chased by an adventurous foal).
His blue eyes scanned the group of horses around him. The same faces he had come to know were so different now, worn down by war and months of starvation. 'I just hope that I can help them. Khala trusts me enough to make me a High Guard, though I've seen a few guards give me dirty looks. They're probably mad a Scout and one so new to the herd was given such a high ranking position in the herd.' He thought, sighing quietly to himself. Ryder was certainly thankful for his new rank though he had been shocked that Khala trusted him that much. Since he and the small group he had left with had come back from Olde, Ryder had been sure that no one would ever trust them again. 'I'll just have to prove myself to them... somehow. I should probably find out exactly what it is I'm doing in the first place to get a handle on what I need to do.' Ryder scanned the herd, looking for a familiar, white pelt amongst them. A spark of recognition went off in his head at the sight of his fellow High Guard, Prophet. Now was probably a good time to formally introduce himself to him. They would be working more closely together after all.
Taking a deep, calming breath, the brown paint strode forward, weaving through his herdmates toward Prophet's stark white coat. When he was a few horse-lengths away, he cleared his throat, trying not to startle him from his unexpected visit. "Hello, Prophet. I'm sorry that I haven't introduced myself before now. Our sons do play together pretty often." Ryder chuckled softly, offering Prophet a friendly smile. "My name is Ryder. It's a pleasure to be able to work with you." The stallion said, dipping his head slightly in a polite greeting. His stomach knotted nervously though Ryder fought to keep his anxiety down. This was a fellow Exile, someone he could rely on. Why did he feel so nervous and anxious to prove that he deserved his sudden rank boost?
Word Count: 553
@x-firefly's Prophet and blueunicornj13's Ryder
Setting: Shortly after Ryder is promoted to the rank of High Guard in the Summer Fields where the Exiles are currently staying
It was a bright, sunny day. A gentle breeze swept through the Summer Fields, making the tall grass surrounding the Exile herd sway like ocean waves. A brown paint sighed happily. This weather was always his favorite: warm, sunny, not a cloud in the clear, blue sky. It was picturesque and beautiful beyond belief. Though he had to admit it would be nice if he were celebrating such a nice day on his herd's own island where his son could learn the Exile ways peacefully without having to fear war and the uncertainty that came with not having a place to call their own. Leif seemed to be just as curious and boisterous as any colt his age though. Constantly on the lookout for some way to get into trouble. Ryder grinned at the sight of the spotted foal running around in the tall vegetation, using it as a cover to sneak up on unsuspecting victims (including a few grasshoppers and butterflies that hadn't exactly thought that they would wake up being chased by an adventurous foal).
His blue eyes scanned the group of horses around him. The same faces he had come to know were so different now, worn down by war and months of starvation. 'I just hope that I can help them. Khala trusts me enough to make me a High Guard, though I've seen a few guards give me dirty looks. They're probably mad a Scout and one so new to the herd was given such a high ranking position in the herd.' He thought, sighing quietly to himself. Ryder was certainly thankful for his new rank though he had been shocked that Khala trusted him that much. Since he and the small group he had left with had come back from Olde, Ryder had been sure that no one would ever trust them again. 'I'll just have to prove myself to them... somehow. I should probably find out exactly what it is I'm doing in the first place to get a handle on what I need to do.' Ryder scanned the herd, looking for a familiar, white pelt amongst them. A spark of recognition went off in his head at the sight of his fellow High Guard, Prophet. Now was probably a good time to formally introduce himself to him. They would be working more closely together after all.
Taking a deep, calming breath, the brown paint strode forward, weaving through his herdmates toward Prophet's stark white coat. When he was a few horse-lengths away, he cleared his throat, trying not to startle him from his unexpected visit. "Hello, Prophet. I'm sorry that I haven't introduced myself before now. Our sons do play together pretty often." Ryder chuckled softly, offering Prophet a friendly smile. "My name is Ryder. It's a pleasure to be able to work with you." The stallion said, dipping his head slightly in a polite greeting. His stomach knotted nervously though Ryder fought to keep his anxiety down. This was a fellow Exile, someone he could rely on. Why did he feel so nervous and anxious to prove that he deserved his sudden rank boost?
Word Count: 553
