Bogged Down :: May 27 3010
Jun 16, 2018 2:11:43 GMT -5
Post by BRAELDIA HJORTH on Jun 16, 2018 2:11:43 GMT -5
Late Evening, outside Stoke
Her task had seemed simple -- deliver a yearling to the captain of the Gate in Stoke, a fairly easy thing, else Aimon wouldn't have given into her pleas to let her go. It had started out to be a beautiful day, and Braeldia was always looking for a chance to get away. And there was the market, she reasoned with her brother, she could get them some fresh supplies, and she wouldn't mind looking in some of the shops for...well, anything that looked interesting.
The first morning was lovely and Ran moved smoothly, his head high and ears pricked forward as Braeldia ponied the dun yearling stud alongside. They moved at a good pace, not that it was really necessary, she was stopping mid-way to stay the night and visit with cousins so she wouldn't have to press toward her goal.
That stop had gone well, she'd enjoyed the rare chance for the visit, and had left in the late morning, laden with goodies for lunch and plenty of time to get to Stoke and back to her cousin's before dark.
But there was the problem with plans...they didn't always work out the way we wanted them to, and the first hint that there was going to be trouble was when the sky to the west -- the direction she was headed -- darkened with storm clouds. She picked up the pace, thinking that she might have to just stay the night in Stoke, but she never made it.
The rain started to fall, she could see it coming, a dark sheet of water, but there was no shelter to seek, so she pressed on toward the settlement. It seemed hopeful they would make it, drenched, but at least well, but then a bolt of lightening struck a tree and the yearling panicked, letting out a protesting squeal as he reared and pulled back. Ran spun, but even so, Braeldia would have kept her seat, had it not been for the dun pulling her the other way. Before she could release the lead she was tugged from the saddle and tumbled to the ground, landing in a splash of mud.
Well trained, Ran stopped but the colt kept going, and in a moment, Braeldia was up, shaking off the fall, and the pain in her ankle as she managed to get back in the saddle and chase after the dun. Ran might not have understood the excitement, although maybe not the urgency, and dashed happily over the soggy ground, his big hooves scattering water as he went.
They were gaining ground, but then the chase came to a sudden stop...well, so did Ran! Plunging unknowingly into knee-deep mud, the big horse's momentum was suddenly halted, and, her momentum still intact, Brealdia continued forward over his head, falling a second time, at least cushioned by the deep mud. Stunned, she lay there a moment before she realized that Ran was struggling in the muck but was mired in place by his bulk, and if he continued it was just going to make matters worse.
As she stood and headed for the big blue roan, Brealdia first lost her shoes to the mud, then abandoned her skirts that were slowing her progress...at least her top-half was 'clean', any mud washed away by the torrent!
"Whoa!" Grabbing onto Ran's bridle, she patted his neck to still him, but then quickly realized he was good and stuck...and there wasn't much chance for help out here, a chilling fact that she blithely put off by managing to un-cinch the saddle and drag it to the side of the bog, freeing Ran from that, at least.
But then...
Well, then the hollow feeling of fear started to set in. What was she going to do now?
Caeden Greymark
Her task had seemed simple -- deliver a yearling to the captain of the Gate in Stoke, a fairly easy thing, else Aimon wouldn't have given into her pleas to let her go. It had started out to be a beautiful day, and Braeldia was always looking for a chance to get away. And there was the market, she reasoned with her brother, she could get them some fresh supplies, and she wouldn't mind looking in some of the shops for...well, anything that looked interesting.
The first morning was lovely and Ran moved smoothly, his head high and ears pricked forward as Braeldia ponied the dun yearling stud alongside. They moved at a good pace, not that it was really necessary, she was stopping mid-way to stay the night and visit with cousins so she wouldn't have to press toward her goal.
That stop had gone well, she'd enjoyed the rare chance for the visit, and had left in the late morning, laden with goodies for lunch and plenty of time to get to Stoke and back to her cousin's before dark.
But there was the problem with plans...they didn't always work out the way we wanted them to, and the first hint that there was going to be trouble was when the sky to the west -- the direction she was headed -- darkened with storm clouds. She picked up the pace, thinking that she might have to just stay the night in Stoke, but she never made it.
The rain started to fall, she could see it coming, a dark sheet of water, but there was no shelter to seek, so she pressed on toward the settlement. It seemed hopeful they would make it, drenched, but at least well, but then a bolt of lightening struck a tree and the yearling panicked, letting out a protesting squeal as he reared and pulled back. Ran spun, but even so, Braeldia would have kept her seat, had it not been for the dun pulling her the other way. Before she could release the lead she was tugged from the saddle and tumbled to the ground, landing in a splash of mud.
Well trained, Ran stopped but the colt kept going, and in a moment, Braeldia was up, shaking off the fall, and the pain in her ankle as she managed to get back in the saddle and chase after the dun. Ran might not have understood the excitement, although maybe not the urgency, and dashed happily over the soggy ground, his big hooves scattering water as he went.
They were gaining ground, but then the chase came to a sudden stop...well, so did Ran! Plunging unknowingly into knee-deep mud, the big horse's momentum was suddenly halted, and, her momentum still intact, Brealdia continued forward over his head, falling a second time, at least cushioned by the deep mud. Stunned, she lay there a moment before she realized that Ran was struggling in the muck but was mired in place by his bulk, and if he continued it was just going to make matters worse.
As she stood and headed for the big blue roan, Brealdia first lost her shoes to the mud, then abandoned her skirts that were slowing her progress...at least her top-half was 'clean', any mud washed away by the torrent!
"Whoa!" Grabbing onto Ran's bridle, she patted his neck to still him, but then quickly realized he was good and stuck...and there wasn't much chance for help out here, a chilling fact that she blithely put off by managing to un-cinch the saddle and drag it to the side of the bog, freeing Ran from that, at least.
But then...
Well, then the hollow feeling of fear started to set in. What was she going to do now?
Caeden Greymark