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Darin felt her eyes go wide, “You’re a hundred and three! Humans don’t live that long.”
Ridahne looked like she was close to her age. If Darin hadn’t known better, she would have guessed that the Elf was in her mid-twenties. It was hard to fathom that Ridahne was over five times Darin’s age. The human wondered if Elf’s lagged slower or if they stopped aging when they reached a certain point. Darin wondered if at any point she would look older than Ridahne. She supposed that was inevitable.
Darin went on to explain, “Most humans live to 80, if they are lucky. 60 is a better upper limit.”
With that Darin stopped to think. She had basically completed a third of her life. Who knew how much more of her life she would waste on this quest? Then again, if her worse fears were truth, she would be looking after The Seed for the rest of her life. She had this consuming fear that she would never get to go home. She had a feeling that The Gardener hadn’t picked her to just carry The Seed. She had a feeling that she was basically the new Gardener. That was not a pleasant thought. There were things she wanted to do.
For example, she wanted to see if she could find her father. She wanted to punch him. She would probably do more damage to her fist than to his face, but she still wanted to try. That was the same thing that Ridahne had been talking about. Love was messy. Darin’s mother had loved her father. Even after he disappeared her mother still loved him. She hadn’t let that love consume her and make her bitter, but Darin still knew it had turned to pain. Darin knew he was out there somewhere. She wanted to find him and make him explain himself. He betrayed them, and she was going to find out why. However, that was a quest for another time. Right now, they just needed to beat the rain.
Darin looked at the sky behind them as she mentioned, “The storm is moving fast than I thought. We should find shelter soon or we’ll be caught out in it.”
Talbot snorted and flicked his ear. Darin sat straight up and wrapped the reins around her arms in preparation. She wasn’t an idiot. Talbot knew that being poured on was unpleasant. She was with him. She would be willing to go faster if it meant getting out of the rain while there was a chance. As soon as she felt ready, she squeezed Talbot’s flank between her knees. He then took off in a fast gallop. Darrien did her best not to focus on the movements. She wanted it to become instinct. Instead, she looked around for a place to avoid the weather that was coming. Everything was just a blur to her, so she didn’t have much hope.
Ridahne looked like she was close to her age. If Darin hadn’t known better, she would have guessed that the Elf was in her mid-twenties. It was hard to fathom that Ridahne was over five times Darin’s age. The human wondered if Elf’s lagged slower or if they stopped aging when they reached a certain point. Darin wondered if at any point she would look older than Ridahne. She supposed that was inevitable.
Darin went on to explain, “Most humans live to 80, if they are lucky. 60 is a better upper limit.”
With that Darin stopped to think. She had basically completed a third of her life. Who knew how much more of her life she would waste on this quest? Then again, if her worse fears were truth, she would be looking after The Seed for the rest of her life. She had this consuming fear that she would never get to go home. She had a feeling that The Gardener hadn’t picked her to just carry The Seed. She had a feeling that she was basically the new Gardener. That was not a pleasant thought. There were things she wanted to do.
For example, she wanted to see if she could find her father. She wanted to punch him. She would probably do more damage to her fist than to his face, but she still wanted to try. That was the same thing that Ridahne had been talking about. Love was messy. Darin’s mother had loved her father. Even after he disappeared her mother still loved him. She hadn’t let that love consume her and make her bitter, but Darin still knew it had turned to pain. Darin knew he was out there somewhere. She wanted to find him and make him explain himself. He betrayed them, and she was going to find out why. However, that was a quest for another time. Right now, they just needed to beat the rain.
Darin looked at the sky behind them as she mentioned, “The storm is moving fast than I thought. We should find shelter soon or we’ll be caught out in it.”
Talbot snorted and flicked his ear. Darin sat straight up and wrapped the reins around her arms in preparation. She wasn’t an idiot. Talbot knew that being poured on was unpleasant. She was with him. She would be willing to go faster if it meant getting out of the rain while there was a chance. As soon as she felt ready, she squeezed Talbot’s flank between her knees. He then took off in a fast gallop. Darrien did her best not to focus on the movements. She wanted it to become instinct. Instead, she looked around for a place to avoid the weather that was coming. Everything was just a blur to her, so she didn’t have much hope.
Darin answered the question easily enough, “I’m nineteen. I started working my farm at 14 almost 15.” She went on to explain, “I should have started looking for a spouse at about 17 and if I make it to about 25 30 without finding one, I’ll be what many people call an old maid.” She shrugged, “That’s how most human females that aren’t warriors measure if they are adults or not, by marrying age. In short, I’m considered an adult, but like a brand-new adult.”
Darin only new the stuff about marriage because that was what the elders had wanted. They started coming to her mother with proposals and potential matches (It wasn’t really marriage. It was more like steady commitment. The people of her village rarely did what was consider legally or religiously binding marriages.) when she was 16 and one day. They were all second or third sons. People were looking to use Darin’s farm as their child’s inheritance. Thankfully her mother wasn’t having any of that. That plus the fact that Darin had kneed the one boy who tried to kiss her where it truly hurt. He had tried to claim her publicly. He had put hands where she didn’t want him putting hands. So, she humiliated him in public. Then there was the fact that she wasn’t really pretty, and the fact that she didn’t act the way her village thought she should act. All talk of marrying Darin off had been squished by the time she was 18.
Which was fine by her. Darin didn’t know that she wanted to commit to anyone. She certainly didn’t want to make promises like that to anyone in the village. Besides, though promises meant absolutely nothing, Darin knew that. Her father had broken all of the promises he had made to her mother the night he ran off. She didn’t want anybody to do that to her. Her mother was strong, but something had broke inside her that night. In addition, Darin was almost certain that one of those promise was kissing, and other such activities and she had never seen the point of those types of activities. Well, she understood the making kids part, but other than that it was a mystery to her. She had talked to her mother about it once. Darin was assured that it would all make sense when she met the right person. Darin wasn’t so sure the right person was out there. Besides, it wasn’t like she could go looking for them. She had more important things to worry about. She needed to get The Seed planted. Then she could worry about romance; if she wanted to.
Darin asked a question of her own, “What about you? How old are you?”
Darin only new the stuff about marriage because that was what the elders had wanted. They started coming to her mother with proposals and potential matches (It wasn’t really marriage. It was more like steady commitment. The people of her village rarely did what was consider legally or religiously binding marriages.) when she was 16 and one day. They were all second or third sons. People were looking to use Darin’s farm as their child’s inheritance. Thankfully her mother wasn’t having any of that. That plus the fact that Darin had kneed the one boy who tried to kiss her where it truly hurt. He had tried to claim her publicly. He had put hands where she didn’t want him putting hands. So, she humiliated him in public. Then there was the fact that she wasn’t really pretty, and the fact that she didn’t act the way her village thought she should act. All talk of marrying Darin off had been squished by the time she was 18.
Which was fine by her. Darin didn’t know that she wanted to commit to anyone. She certainly didn’t want to make promises like that to anyone in the village. Besides, though promises meant absolutely nothing, Darin knew that. Her father had broken all of the promises he had made to her mother the night he ran off. She didn’t want anybody to do that to her. Her mother was strong, but something had broke inside her that night. In addition, Darin was almost certain that one of those promise was kissing, and other such activities and she had never seen the point of those types of activities. Well, she understood the making kids part, but other than that it was a mystery to her. She had talked to her mother about it once. Darin was assured that it would all make sense when she met the right person. Darin wasn’t so sure the right person was out there. Besides, it wasn’t like she could go looking for them. She had more important things to worry about. She needed to get The Seed planted. Then she could worry about romance; if she wanted to.
Darin asked a question of her own, “What about you? How old are you?”
Darin absently pet Mitaja. She figured that Ridahne was correct. This was a hunting cat. The human was fairly positive that hunting cats should not be this friendly to strangers. Her handler’s words only proved that. Darin liked animals, and they tended to like her. Still, this went beyond that. This was something more. This was something the human didn’t quite understand.
Darin had one hand on Talbot and another entangled in Mitaja, “Animals like me better than people do, and I like animals better than I like people. In fact, I strongly dislike people though there are certain persons I like.”
That may not have made complete sense, but it was true. Darin only liked select individuals. Her mother, Milla, Thomas, Rolland, maybe Ridahne, but definitely the farmer from Greyrock. That was less than ten. On the other hand, Darin had only meet one animal she disliked, but that dog had been trained to be a bully and abused by their person. That was the first time since her father left that Darin had spent time with people her own age. The dog’s human was an older man and the teenagers of the village had worked together to get the creature away from the abuse. It had bit all of them at some point. Darin had to fight a smile. George still had teeth marks in an unfavorable location. Darin was lucky she did not. Her bite marks had healed nicely. So, there was that.
Darin shook her head, “But this is new. I think they all know. I haven’t been attacked by any animals in areas where I should have given the fact that I’ve been traveling alone. I know Talbot told his person about it. Which means other animals can tell as well, and they could tell their person. Which may not be a good thing.”
There were other people like Mark out there. There might even be people worse than Mark out there. They had to have horses and dogs and maybe even cats. Animals were loyal. They might not be able to communicate the same way Talbot seemed to be able to do, but Darin knew better than to count on that. This whole journey was making Darin a paranoid mess. She had to resist the urge to rub her hand against the band on her thigh. Ridahne hadn’t asked to see The Seed yet, and the human didn’t want to give her a reason to do so.
Talbot pressed closer to her. Darin smiled over her shoulder at him. It was clear that the horse was trying to offer some level of comfort. Darin removed both her hands from the pair of animals. She looked around for her sickle. She had lost in when Talbot all but tossed her. Talbot trotted over to a spot. Darin moved with him to see her weapon on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. Talbot blew at her hair as she stood back up. Darin looked at the horse. Once Talbot was sure he had the girl’s attention he looked at the sky.
Darin smiled and let out a small laugh, “You’re right. It is about to rain.”
The farmer could smell it, and the clouds in the distance were a sure indication. The undersides were steadily becoming a darker grey. They were also moving this way incredibly fast. Darin tucked the handle of the sickle into her belt so she could use both hands to grab on to the reins so she could get back on top of Talbot. Talbot decided to be kind and bent down so Darin wouldn’t have to climb so high. The human figured that the horse wanted to get moving just as quickly. This was going to turn into a storm; not the kind of rain anyone wanted to be caught out in for any reason whatsoever. As soon as Darin was upright Talbot unbent his knees.
The human told Ridahne, “We might want to find a place to wait out the rain. We have an hour or two at most before it hits us.”
Darin had no idea why she was telling the Elf this. Ridahne was the well-traveled warrior. Darin was just a farmgirl. Ridahne probably knew better than her. Maybe it was because Darin wanted to make it clear that she did know somethings; like weather. Her livelihood depended on the weather. Darin had learned to read the sky quickly. It was one of the few things her father had taught her. It was something everyone in the village had known how to do. If Darin was back home the whole village would be finishing up their outside work, or at least finding a stopping point, and preparing to start work that could be done in doors. That was just pure common sense.
Darin had one hand on Talbot and another entangled in Mitaja, “Animals like me better than people do, and I like animals better than I like people. In fact, I strongly dislike people though there are certain persons I like.”
That may not have made complete sense, but it was true. Darin only liked select individuals. Her mother, Milla, Thomas, Rolland, maybe Ridahne, but definitely the farmer from Greyrock. That was less than ten. On the other hand, Darin had only meet one animal she disliked, but that dog had been trained to be a bully and abused by their person. That was the first time since her father left that Darin had spent time with people her own age. The dog’s human was an older man and the teenagers of the village had worked together to get the creature away from the abuse. It had bit all of them at some point. Darin had to fight a smile. George still had teeth marks in an unfavorable location. Darin was lucky she did not. Her bite marks had healed nicely. So, there was that.
Darin shook her head, “But this is new. I think they all know. I haven’t been attacked by any animals in areas where I should have given the fact that I’ve been traveling alone. I know Talbot told his person about it. Which means other animals can tell as well, and they could tell their person. Which may not be a good thing.”
There were other people like Mark out there. There might even be people worse than Mark out there. They had to have horses and dogs and maybe even cats. Animals were loyal. They might not be able to communicate the same way Talbot seemed to be able to do, but Darin knew better than to count on that. This whole journey was making Darin a paranoid mess. She had to resist the urge to rub her hand against the band on her thigh. Ridahne hadn’t asked to see The Seed yet, and the human didn’t want to give her a reason to do so.
Talbot pressed closer to her. Darin smiled over her shoulder at him. It was clear that the horse was trying to offer some level of comfort. Darin removed both her hands from the pair of animals. She looked around for her sickle. She had lost in when Talbot all but tossed her. Talbot trotted over to a spot. Darin moved with him to see her weapon on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. Talbot blew at her hair as she stood back up. Darin looked at the horse. Once Talbot was sure he had the girl’s attention he looked at the sky.
Darin smiled and let out a small laugh, “You’re right. It is about to rain.”
The farmer could smell it, and the clouds in the distance were a sure indication. The undersides were steadily becoming a darker grey. They were also moving this way incredibly fast. Darin tucked the handle of the sickle into her belt so she could use both hands to grab on to the reins so she could get back on top of Talbot. Talbot decided to be kind and bent down so Darin wouldn’t have to climb so high. The human figured that the horse wanted to get moving just as quickly. This was going to turn into a storm; not the kind of rain anyone wanted to be caught out in for any reason whatsoever. As soon as Darin was upright Talbot unbent his knees.
The human told Ridahne, “We might want to find a place to wait out the rain. We have an hour or two at most before it hits us.”
Darin had no idea why she was telling the Elf this. Ridahne was the well-traveled warrior. Darin was just a farmgirl. Ridahne probably knew better than her. Maybe it was because Darin wanted to make it clear that she did know somethings; like weather. Her livelihood depended on the weather. Darin had learned to read the sky quickly. It was one of the few things her father had taught her. It was something everyone in the village had known how to do. If Darin was back home the whole village would be finishing up their outside work, or at least finding a stopping point, and preparing to start work that could be done in doors. That was just pure common sense.
Darin stared up at Ridahne, “I like horses fine. It’s being on top of them that I am not sure I can handle.”
She slowly pushed her way into to a sitting position. Without really thinking about it her hand came up to cup her injured shoulder. It had begun throbbing during the gallop and being tossed off had caused more pain. It wasn’t anything Darin couldn’t handle. In fact, she had suffered worse and believed she would suffer worse in the future. It just stung a little bit. At least Ridahne’s stiches seemed to be holding. Darin did not want to go though blood loss again. That had been a new experience. She didn’t like slowly losing conciseness as she struggled to stay awake. IT had been a battle she couldn’t win. It was terrible.
She looked around at where they were, “In fact, I like most animals better than people. Animals tend to be nicer, and if they are being mean they are usually defending territory or have been trained by cruel people.”
Honestly the human had a high opinion of animals than she did of people. That wasn’t a new opinion either. When her father had left the village, no one had come to help out her mother and her at the farm. They didn’t make them social pariahs, but they hadn’t done anything to include them either. Darin could only hope that Thomas and Milla were keeping their promise to take care of her mother. She had no proof that they would. Darin had never had that problem with animals. They had no concept of selfishness or greed.
Darin had been starting off into space as she had these thoughts. Slowly she turned to stare at Talbot as she slowly realized something. Talbot stared right back. Darin looked around for Ridahne’s cat. The human couldn’t remember the animal’s name. She couldn’t find them. That cat had come right up to her when they first meet. Ridahne’s horse had done no protesting when Darin got on yesterday. Darin knew that she had to have gone though areas with creatures such as wolves and bears. She had worried about them but had never actually never seen them. She had just though it was luck. She wasn’t sure that was true anymore.
Darin focused on keeping her breathing slow, “Your cat, what’s their name? Where are they?”
Talbot let out a snort as Darin continued to look around. He putted out. Darin slowly stood and walked over to him. With out looking she reached out to stroke his nose. Her back was to him. He put his nose on her uninjured shoulder, so Darin instinctively twisted her arm. She thought she might have figured out how Talbot knew she had The Seed. She wasn’t sure how to prove it though. If she was right Darin had both more allies than she thought and a bigger problem than even Ridahne could handle.
She slowly pushed her way into to a sitting position. Without really thinking about it her hand came up to cup her injured shoulder. It had begun throbbing during the gallop and being tossed off had caused more pain. It wasn’t anything Darin couldn’t handle. In fact, she had suffered worse and believed she would suffer worse in the future. It just stung a little bit. At least Ridahne’s stiches seemed to be holding. Darin did not want to go though blood loss again. That had been a new experience. She didn’t like slowly losing conciseness as she struggled to stay awake. IT had been a battle she couldn’t win. It was terrible.
She looked around at where they were, “In fact, I like most animals better than people. Animals tend to be nicer, and if they are being mean they are usually defending territory or have been trained by cruel people.”
Honestly the human had a high opinion of animals than she did of people. That wasn’t a new opinion either. When her father had left the village, no one had come to help out her mother and her at the farm. They didn’t make them social pariahs, but they hadn’t done anything to include them either. Darin could only hope that Thomas and Milla were keeping their promise to take care of her mother. She had no proof that they would. Darin had never had that problem with animals. They had no concept of selfishness or greed.
Darin had been starting off into space as she had these thoughts. Slowly she turned to stare at Talbot as she slowly realized something. Talbot stared right back. Darin looked around for Ridahne’s cat. The human couldn’t remember the animal’s name. She couldn’t find them. That cat had come right up to her when they first meet. Ridahne’s horse had done no protesting when Darin got on yesterday. Darin knew that she had to have gone though areas with creatures such as wolves and bears. She had worried about them but had never actually never seen them. She had just though it was luck. She wasn’t sure that was true anymore.
Darin focused on keeping her breathing slow, “Your cat, what’s their name? Where are they?”
Talbot let out a snort as Darin continued to look around. He putted out. Darin slowly stood and walked over to him. With out looking she reached out to stroke his nose. Her back was to him. He put his nose on her uninjured shoulder, so Darin instinctively twisted her arm. She thought she might have figured out how Talbot knew she had The Seed. She wasn’t sure how to prove it though. If she was right Darin had both more allies than she thought and a bigger problem than even Ridahne could handle.
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Okay. I would like to clarify a few things. The ojih are Ridahne's face tattoos? And they basically tell her life story correct?
Darin muttered to herself, “Right. Straight back, moving hips, squeezing my knees means go faster.” She looked up from her lap, “Are we good with that Talbot?” Talbot let out a snort and shook his head in a sort of nod, so Darin nodded as well, “We are good then.”
It wasn’t actually that hard once Darin found herself in position. At times Talbot would go a little faster. Darin found herself paying attention to Talbot’s ears. The left one would flick back when ever he sped up. So, the next time they were just walking, before Talbot got a chance, Darin reached out to tap his left ear. The horse flicked the ear back as he broke out into a trot. This time he didn’t stop. The human thought for a moment before reaching out to tap his right ear. Then he slowed down. That was certainly going to be an interesting system, and Darin could already see how it would cause problems.
She told him that, “That won’t work for everything Talbot.” He snorted at her, “I mean it! It’s fine for training me to ride, but in combat or running away it won’t work.” This time his snort conveyed the feeling of reluctant agreement, “Thank you. But we will figure something out. I promise.”
Talbot nodded again. He was by far the smartest horse Darin had ever meet. He wasn’t as sweet as Heath, but he was more intelligence. The farmer had told Darin that Talbot told him things. She was willing to believer that the horse was smarter than most people, herself included. Then her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered something.
Her tone was accusatory, “Your person said you told him what I was doing! How did you know?”
The noise Talbot made could only be described as a laugh. Darin stared at him in shock. This was a big deal. Talbot may have seen the band around her thigh, but how had the horse known that it contained The Seed? Darin believed that Talbot knew. There was no doubting that. Still, she needed to know how he knew. That way she could make sure that her tell didn’t tell other people, people like Mark.
She scolded Talbot, “This isn’t funny! Going faster when I’m not expecting it; I can see why that would be funny. Tossing me off could be funny if I wasn’t seriously hurt. The Seed is important, and I don’t want people to know I have it if I can help it.” She gestured out to Ridahne, “I didn’t even tell Ridahne! She had to figure it out for herself!”
Talbot stopped suddenly, and it took all Darin had just to stay on. She got the impression that Talbot wasn’t all that impressed with her. That was okay, Darin wasn’t impressed with herself either. Then, with as little warning as when he stopped, Talbot started up again. He hadn’t told her how he knew. Then again, maybe he had, and She just wasn’t listening or paying attention properly. She supposed that was more likely. It would explain why he was irritated with her.
Darin asked another question in a softer tone of voice, “Can people like Mark find in the same way?” Talbot shook his head, “Well okay then. I’ll take that.”
Talbot let out another whinny. His left ear flicked twice. Darin’s eyes went wide. She was just in time. As soon as her arms were wrapped around his neck. he took off faster than he ever had before. Talbot bucked a little bit, and Darin forced herself to sit up straight. It wasn’t that bag. In fact, once she got use to it, it was a nice way to move. Then Talbot stop suddenly, and she fell straight off.
Darin landed on her back to stare straight up at the sky, “Owe.”
It wasn’t actually that hard once Darin found herself in position. At times Talbot would go a little faster. Darin found herself paying attention to Talbot’s ears. The left one would flick back when ever he sped up. So, the next time they were just walking, before Talbot got a chance, Darin reached out to tap his left ear. The horse flicked the ear back as he broke out into a trot. This time he didn’t stop. The human thought for a moment before reaching out to tap his right ear. Then he slowed down. That was certainly going to be an interesting system, and Darin could already see how it would cause problems.
She told him that, “That won’t work for everything Talbot.” He snorted at her, “I mean it! It’s fine for training me to ride, but in combat or running away it won’t work.” This time his snort conveyed the feeling of reluctant agreement, “Thank you. But we will figure something out. I promise.”
Talbot nodded again. He was by far the smartest horse Darin had ever meet. He wasn’t as sweet as Heath, but he was more intelligence. The farmer had told Darin that Talbot told him things. She was willing to believer that the horse was smarter than most people, herself included. Then her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered something.
Her tone was accusatory, “Your person said you told him what I was doing! How did you know?”
The noise Talbot made could only be described as a laugh. Darin stared at him in shock. This was a big deal. Talbot may have seen the band around her thigh, but how had the horse known that it contained The Seed? Darin believed that Talbot knew. There was no doubting that. Still, she needed to know how he knew. That way she could make sure that her tell didn’t tell other people, people like Mark.
She scolded Talbot, “This isn’t funny! Going faster when I’m not expecting it; I can see why that would be funny. Tossing me off could be funny if I wasn’t seriously hurt. The Seed is important, and I don’t want people to know I have it if I can help it.” She gestured out to Ridahne, “I didn’t even tell Ridahne! She had to figure it out for herself!”
Talbot stopped suddenly, and it took all Darin had just to stay on. She got the impression that Talbot wasn’t all that impressed with her. That was okay, Darin wasn’t impressed with herself either. Then, with as little warning as when he stopped, Talbot started up again. He hadn’t told her how he knew. Then again, maybe he had, and She just wasn’t listening or paying attention properly. She supposed that was more likely. It would explain why he was irritated with her.
Darin asked another question in a softer tone of voice, “Can people like Mark find in the same way?” Talbot shook his head, “Well okay then. I’ll take that.”
Talbot let out another whinny. His left ear flicked twice. Darin’s eyes went wide. She was just in time. As soon as her arms were wrapped around his neck. he took off faster than he ever had before. Talbot bucked a little bit, and Darin forced herself to sit up straight. It wasn’t that bag. In fact, once she got use to it, it was a nice way to move. Then Talbot stop suddenly, and she fell straight off.
Darin landed on her back to stare straight up at the sky, “Owe.”
Darin followed Ridahne as they left Greyrock. She may have been imagining it, but she could swear she could feel the tension leave Greyrock with them. She couldn’t help but feel like her connection to people was changing. It scared her, but even scarier was the fact that that it excited her. She couldn’t explain either feeling. She couldn’t explain this connection. It came from The Seed. She knew that much. She had to wonder if it was only because of The Seed. A quiet part of her whispered that a connection took two people to make a connection. What if it was her?
Darin gave her head a shake as she continued to follow Ridahne. She wasn’t really following. Talbot was following. Darin was honestly just along for the ride. She was not riding very well. She knew that she was basically a novice. She had to wonder if the fact that Talbot was so big was contributing. She didn’t know at all. She supposed she could ask Ridahne.
Darin looked over to ask and immediately fell silent. Ridahne looked like she was thinking about something deep. The human had no way of knowing what that was. She didn’t know if an interruption would be welcome or not. Darin moved to speak again but couldn’t find her voice. Darin blew some air outside of her mouth. She wasn’t used to being silent. She talked to herself all the time. Now that she had people with her, she felt an indescribable urge to chatter at them. Luckily, she had practice being quiet. The elders didn’t like pointless noise. For once Darin wasn’t the one upsetting them. She clung to that with a tight determination until this trip. Now it didn’t matter.
Finally, she found her voice, “Ridahne? Can you give me some tips on riding? I feel like that I’m about to fall off.”
Now there was a fact. She didn’t know if it was her incompetence, Talbot’s size, or a combination of both, but she literally felt like she was one misstep from falling off. Talbot must of sense that because all of the sudden he broke into a brief trot. Darin let out a small shriek as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. After the trot was over, he let out a whinny that sounded almost like a laugh.
Darin slowly sat up as she scolded him, “That’s not funny Talbot!”
The human didn’t think that the horse agreed with her because he just whinnied again. Darin suddenly felt the urge to get off and walk. She resisted that urge. She had just asked Ridahne for help. She would never learn without practice, and she did need to learn. Maybe it would be easy. Maybe not. Darin was thinking that it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing lately had been easy. Well that wasn’t true. Getting Talbot was easy. She had a really nice sickle. That was a big plus. It was currently siting on her lap. She didn’t want to lose it. Maybe she could turn her ripped up shirt to a harness or belt for it. That would be amazing.
She was also wondering how long it would take to get to The Tree. Darin supposed that depended on if they took a direct route. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to do that. Then again Ridahne seemed apprehensive of going to The Tree. It might just be best to get it over it. Darin couldn’t decide what the best course of action would be. That was standard at this point. At least one thing was constant.
Darin gave her head a shake as she continued to follow Ridahne. She wasn’t really following. Talbot was following. Darin was honestly just along for the ride. She was not riding very well. She knew that she was basically a novice. She had to wonder if the fact that Talbot was so big was contributing. She didn’t know at all. She supposed she could ask Ridahne.
Darin looked over to ask and immediately fell silent. Ridahne looked like she was thinking about something deep. The human had no way of knowing what that was. She didn’t know if an interruption would be welcome or not. Darin moved to speak again but couldn’t find her voice. Darin blew some air outside of her mouth. She wasn’t used to being silent. She talked to herself all the time. Now that she had people with her, she felt an indescribable urge to chatter at them. Luckily, she had practice being quiet. The elders didn’t like pointless noise. For once Darin wasn’t the one upsetting them. She clung to that with a tight determination until this trip. Now it didn’t matter.
Finally, she found her voice, “Ridahne? Can you give me some tips on riding? I feel like that I’m about to fall off.”
Now there was a fact. She didn’t know if it was her incompetence, Talbot’s size, or a combination of both, but she literally felt like she was one misstep from falling off. Talbot must of sense that because all of the sudden he broke into a brief trot. Darin let out a small shriek as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. After the trot was over, he let out a whinny that sounded almost like a laugh.
Darin slowly sat up as she scolded him, “That’s not funny Talbot!”
The human didn’t think that the horse agreed with her because he just whinnied again. Darin suddenly felt the urge to get off and walk. She resisted that urge. She had just asked Ridahne for help. She would never learn without practice, and she did need to learn. Maybe it would be easy. Maybe not. Darin was thinking that it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing lately had been easy. Well that wasn’t true. Getting Talbot was easy. She had a really nice sickle. That was a big plus. It was currently siting on her lap. She didn’t want to lose it. Maybe she could turn her ripped up shirt to a harness or belt for it. That would be amazing.
She was also wondering how long it would take to get to The Tree. Darin supposed that depended on if they took a direct route. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to do that. Then again Ridahne seemed apprehensive of going to The Tree. It might just be best to get it over it. Darin couldn’t decide what the best course of action would be. That was standard at this point. At least one thing was constant.
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