The rain was coming down in a cool drizzle. The day was a tranquil respite in the otherwise hectic week that Elise had been having. How was she supposed to call herself a defender of truth and knowledge with so many people dying? Elise tried to push this thought from her mind, revelling in the calmness that overcame her when she was riding.
She'd never been the best rider, but she was skilled enough, having never taken up jousting at the tournaments, she always admired Taelanas for his ability to tilt among other things. A smile lingered on her lips as she urged her horse forward, picking up the speed from a trot to a canter. It was exhilerating, riding through the rain. It reminded her of their wedding day.
Water to stand as the counter to her own inner fire. It was always soothing, the feel of the warm drops as they dripped down her. It was cleansing. The rain continued to fall, in droves now. Elise dug her heels in and the horse took off, flying down the path, mud flying up behind them, thrown by the hooves of the steed.
Night would come soon, but Elise was not ready to head back to Hearthglen. A fish stew simmered on the hearth waiting for her when the evening ride was done. She continued to ride along through the countryside, the rain made it now harder to see. Elise pushed her hair out of her face, and struggled to keep her eyes clear, the rain would subside soon enough, she told herself.
She pushed on, up the hill that would lead her back to her home, to a quiet evening at home, a night of respite. As they ascended the hill, the horse struggled to find purchase, slipping. She gripped the reigns pushing the beat up the hill as it started to slip backward in the mud. A moment of panic overcame her as the harder she tried to push her steed the farther they slipped down the hill.
It wasn't just the feeling of slipping down the hill, of the horse's hooves desparate to continue forward, it was more than that; the lurching feeling came upon her in a flash, as she felt the horse's left back hoof stick, while the others slid, stumbled and staggered, until it was not possible for the beast to stay upright anyfurther. In a tangle, in a tumble, they went down, horse and rider, the latter crushed beneath the former. The rain continued to batter them, the only sound that was audible on the hill aside from the scream that came forth from Elise was the whinning of the horse.
She blinked back the rain, her breaths were slow and shallow, she couldn't see the horse any longer, it managed to get back to its feet and trot back down the hill, leaving Elise in the mud with her last thoughts. The feel of her breastplate digging into her ribs made it difficult to breath, but she could see the rain turn red.
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“That’s it then?” He asked. He stood looking down at Elisienne with a wry grin. Brandon was nearly six years her elder and often chided her for what he considered to be “the work of lesser people.” His ego would indeed have been his downfall years later. Brandon worked in the Keep, or so he claimed to those who would hear of his privilege. He boasted of being advisor to nobility and a money lender. Neither were actually true. He was someone who lived off of chance and the downfall of others. This never sat well with Elise.
“Yes, that’s it. The orders have come down and I’m to remain for the time being. It’s not the worst outpost in the world, though it is farthest from here, and for that I am greatful. I grow weary of hearing of your misadventures. By all rights of the law you ought to be jailed for half of what they know.”
He could only look down upon her rogueishly and it pained her to see his lack of care, for her well being or others.
“Try not to get yourself killed up there Ellie.” He joked, using the pet name that he’s adopted for her when they were children, knowing the effect that it had on her.
“You do the same.” She meant it. His last back alley deal had required intervention by the magistrate and quite a great deal of strong arming to get him out of it.
She missed him. No. She missed the youth he had been, prior to his corruption. Brandon... I'm sorry.
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She'd never been the best rider, but she was skilled enough, having never taken up jousting at the tournaments, she always admired Taelanas for his ability to tilt among other things. A smile lingered on her lips as she urged her horse forward, picking up the speed from a trot to a canter. It was exhilerating, riding through the rain. It reminded her of their wedding day.
Water to stand as the counter to her own inner fire. It was always soothing, the feel of the warm drops as they dripped down her. It was cleansing. The rain continued to fall, in droves now. Elise dug her heels in and the horse took off, flying down the path, mud flying up behind them, thrown by the hooves of the steed.
Night would come soon, but Elise was not ready to head back to Hearthglen. A fish stew simmered on the hearth waiting for her when the evening ride was done. She continued to ride along through the countryside, the rain made it now harder to see. Elise pushed her hair out of her face, and struggled to keep her eyes clear, the rain would subside soon enough, she told herself.
She pushed on, up the hill that would lead her back to her home, to a quiet evening at home, a night of respite. As they ascended the hill, the horse struggled to find purchase, slipping. She gripped the reigns pushing the beat up the hill as it started to slip backward in the mud. A moment of panic overcame her as the harder she tried to push her steed the farther they slipped down the hill.
It wasn't just the feeling of slipping down the hill, of the horse's hooves desparate to continue forward, it was more than that; the lurching feeling came upon her in a flash, as she felt the horse's left back hoof stick, while the others slid, stumbled and staggered, until it was not possible for the beast to stay upright anyfurther. In a tangle, in a tumble, they went down, horse and rider, the latter crushed beneath the former. The rain continued to batter them, the only sound that was audible on the hill aside from the scream that came forth from Elise was the whinning of the horse.
She blinked back the rain, her breaths were slow and shallow, she couldn't see the horse any longer, it managed to get back to its feet and trot back down the hill, leaving Elise in the mud with her last thoughts. The feel of her breastplate digging into her ribs made it difficult to breath, but she could see the rain turn red.
---
“That’s it then?” He asked. He stood looking down at Elisienne with a wry grin. Brandon was nearly six years her elder and often chided her for what he considered to be “the work of lesser people.” His ego would indeed have been his downfall years later. Brandon worked in the Keep, or so he claimed to those who would hear of his privilege. He boasted of being advisor to nobility and a money lender. Neither were actually true. He was someone who lived off of chance and the downfall of others. This never sat well with Elise.
“Yes, that’s it. The orders have come down and I’m to remain for the time being. It’s not the worst outpost in the world, though it is farthest from here, and for that I am greatful. I grow weary of hearing of your misadventures. By all rights of the law you ought to be jailed for half of what they know.”
He could only look down upon her rogueishly and it pained her to see his lack of care, for her well being or others.
“Try not to get yourself killed up there Ellie.” He joked, using the pet name that he’s adopted for her when they were children, knowing the effect that it had on her.
“You do the same.” She meant it. His last back alley deal had required intervention by the magistrate and quite a great deal of strong arming to get him out of it.
She missed him. No. She missed the youth he had been, prior to his corruption. Brandon... I'm sorry.
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Edited by Elisienne on 7/17/2012 4:37 PM PDT