Gwynn stepped through the stable doors, her heart light. Tiny butterflies flitted inside her stomach, and her face was creased in an exited smile. The third-year page had recieved a message from the top hostlers, beckoning her forth to the stables.

Today, Gwynn's parents had brought a present for her to the stables, and Gwynn had a strong idea of what it was. The page had wanted a horse for her whole life, and had been riding palace horses for the last three years of her training. The girl's parents had promised her a horse in her 3rd year of knight school. And here it was, at last.

Gwynn brushed back her copper hair, and headed towards the nearest hostler. The man turned a rough tan face towards her, a smile plastered on his broad face.

"I've got a letter for ye, miss," he reached forth with a folded peice of parchment.

Gwynn unfolded the paper with much exitement, reading rapidly.

Dear Gwynn,
It is your third year of training, and time you earn a horse of your own. You have trained hard these past years, and will have one more year to get used to your new mount before you escarp on a journey of squire-hood.
This horse was transported from a Bazhir tribe, and is full of stamina, speed, and strength. We hope it will serve you well.
Love,
Lady Rosanne, and Lord William, your loving parents

Gwynn's hand was nudged aside, and the piece of parchment landed on the ground. Hearing a quiet snort, the third-year page looked around her shoulder.

A brilliant chestnut mare stood before the girl, amber eyes alive and sparkling. Wiry muscles wound their way under the copper hide, and a long mane wrapped gently around the horse's neck.

The lead for the mare was held in the hands of a hostler, and he stepped forward, handing it over to Gwynn. Gwynn took the lead, and reached out to her steed with a small hand. The mare pranced to the side, shaking her head fiestily, but Gwynn had her under control. After the mare had sniffed this new human, Gwynn held the mare's muzzle in her hands and blew softly into the horse's nostrils.

"There," Gwynn whispered, "now that you know me, am I allowed to pet you?"

The horse shook her head, and Gwynn laughed. The page stroked the mare 's coat, awed at the silky smooth fur, and thick muscles.

The horse's pelt stood out like fire, dancing as the light hit every ripple.

Gwynn looked up to see if the hostler's still stood by her, but they had left, only a few had lingered. Brushing back her copper hair, Gwynn realized she needed to name this horse.

Well, first I'll find a free stall, Gwynn told herself, and tugged gently on the horse's lead.

The mare followed Gwynn willingly into a stall, and sniffed around the wood corners, searching for hay.

"Be right back," Gwynn murmered to her mare, and fumbled in her pocket. Producing a carrot, the page held out her hand, and the horse fondly nibbled on the treat.

Gwynn smiled as she thought of a name. It fit her new mount perfectly.

"FireDancer."

OOC- I modified it.


OOC- I will continue this later, but I have to go. ;)

"Thats a pretty name." Natalia walked forward. She loved the reactions people got when they got their new horses. "I'm Natalia Baynes, the main stable hand here. If you need any help just ask me."

Reaching out with her magic she looked over the mare. She seemed very fit. -So you come from the Bazhir pretty lady? You might want to talk with Kenshir. He too is a Bazhir horse. And Sakina.- Quickly she reached out again and found her other half. -Trickster, be nice to this one.- she warned the horse. -You ruin all my fun.- was the horse's snorted response.

There was a kick from down the aisle way. Laughing Natalia explained, "Thats Trickster, my horse.." she rolled her eyes and a distinct winny that seemed to say 'Look at me! Look at me!'

Gwynn smiled at Natalia, patting FireDancer. The third-year page raised her eyebrows as she saw the chesnut mare's reaction to the stable hand. It had been . . . unatural.

"Thanks," Gwynn replied to Natalia's compliment. The page looked over to the source of the whinnying. "That's a pretty horse."

-Yes, I am from the bazhir.- FireDancer replied to this strange two-legger. -You're magic?-

The mare looked over at "Trickster" absently, then back to the two-legger, her large eyes curious.