Natalia rode her beautiful black stallion Trickster throught the woods. Trickster had been restles and she had yet to explore the beautiful woods. She clucked to her horse and broke into a steady trot. Looking around while she Trickster carried her steadily on.
Because she was glancing around at the surrounding forests, it was Trickster, not her, who noticed the man standing in the shadow of the large Cedar tree. When he stopped ubruptly she almost fell off. Only years of practicce kept her in the saddle. "What?" she demanded of her horse. "Are you trying to kill me again?" she asked with a playfull tone.
-Lady, we've got company.- he said in a stiffly. "What? Trickster, we're all by ourselves out here!" she cried.
Out from the shadows walked the blue eyes theif. -Back- was the silent command and her horse obeyed. "Looks like your horse was right and you wernen't, Wild Mage." he drawled.
"Well he does know to much for his own good." she retorted. She eyed him carefully. He had those peircing blue eyes, hard muscles, a white cotton shirt, tan breeches, black boots, and sandy blonde hair. His tan skin showed him used to work in the sun and his face showed a playful attitude but seriouse at the same time.
"What do you want with me?" she blurted it out before she had time to think out a better question.
He smiled at her and walked back towards his shadow and secret exit of somesort. "Oh nothing. Your just quite entertaining to watch, Natalia Baynes." and with that he was gone.
Natalia sat there, on her pure black stallion with her jaw dropped. She gaped at the spot he had last stood. Why did he keep appearing? What did he really want with her? Why did he watch her so, and how did he learn her name? Many questions burned inside her as she turned Trickster back towards home.
Rean was currently staring up at the tree's above her. Kenshir was trotting along, and she was so entranced that she didn't see Natalia's thunder-struck face, or even Natalia, for htat matter. Kenshir, not having Rean's signal to stop, figured he would keep going, and Trickster and Natalia would catch up. If Rean was anything less than a noble lady, she would be drooling. She was so completely zoned out, that she didn't notice the tree branch looming ahead. That is, of course, until it was too late. It knocked her right out of the saddle, and she scrabbled for a hold of it. She managed to cling just barely, about five feet from the ground.
"Oh, good." she muttered, kicking her legs slightly. Kenshir had kept right on going. He stopped, and turned around. She called out to him. He cantered towards her, nickering with laughter. She made a sound like, "Pfft." In his general direction. In response, Kenshir bypassed her. Going to stand with Natalia back down the road, he whinnied in greeting to Trickster.
-My lady is chasing squirrels again.- He snorted offhandedly.
Rean growled and started kicking her legs. "Kenshir! GET BACK HERE AND GET ME DOWN!" She yelled, making quite a scene. It would be just ehr luck if every availible bachelor decided to wander on by. She glared mutedly at the tree beside her. It was definitly getting closer. "KENSHIR!"
-Squirelles?- she asked the horse. Deciding to trust him, she urged Trickster on.
-So your lady's crazy too?- he questioned Kenshir. -Always dragging you off to almost certain death?- -Stop that- Natalia said absently. Sure enough, a little down the way, there was Rean, Squire of the Royal Palace, hanging from a tree.
Natalia almost lost her seat from laughter. "I'm not laughing at you...Rean.." giggle "I'm---lauhging w-w-with you!" she burst out laughing again. "Alright, alright!" she said when she could talk. "Kenshir?" she asked the horse polietly. "Could you go stand beneath your lady so she can maybe...drop down onto you?"