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Ciaran Montgomery
Posted: Aug 4 2006, 07:46 PM
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Ciaran walked down the dirt road, holding the reins of his horse, Skyfire, in his hand so he could pull him alongside of him. He'd just left a grueling seven hours of training and now his body ached all over. Not to mention, he was a bit saddle sore, hence why he wasn't riding home. That, and he didn't think he would be able to raise his leg high enough to mount the horse.

Skyfire neighed quietly as he trucked. Ciaran thought that maybe it was the horse's way of telling him that they were traveling much too slow. "Not now," He patted the horse on the side, letting a few fingers comb through the horse's black mane. "I'll go just a little further on foot, then ride in like I own the place."

The horse tugged his head, making Ciaran fear that he'd angered him. He knew what Skyfire was like angry. A little too well. He was just thrown off his back during training a few hours earlier and he was in no hurry to meet the ground again.

"Well, we'll stop for a break?" He suggested, not being able to deny that it was hot outside. He could use some water and so could Skyfire probably. "There should be a well up ahead." Ciaran shook his head to himself, 'Great, now I talk to animals.' he thought.

Margeri Corentin
Posted: Aug 5 2006, 01:19 PM
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Ah, the things I do for my brothers, Margeri thought. With a bucket in hand, she tied it firmly on the rope and began to lower it into the well. This had to be her sixth trip to and from the well today. She should be inside, with her mother, but Benjamin said he was feeling ill. Of course, Margeri only assumed he was faking, so she had to do some of his chores today.

And Margeri hated going to the well so many times.

Something caught her attention, a soft pit and pat that was coming down the winding dirt road. She looked down, as far as she could see and she saw a man and his horse coming at good speed. She tried to put a name on to the man, if she could, but she just couldn't. Not at this distance anyway.

He seemed a bit tired and dirty, so she started walking toward him.

"Hello, sir," she said.
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