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Gwen was flying.

She leaned low over the colt's neck, shortening the reins to keep his head in control, and laughed as the wind tore her hair back behind her like a crimson banner. She could feel the horse breathing underneath her, his hooves thundering in time with her heart.

"Alright, that's enough! Pull him back!"

At her father's command she sat back in the saddle and put a light pressure on the reins, bringing the colt down to a canter. "He wants to run," she called, glancing over at where Adrian Cooper leaned against the paddock fence. "He'll need a rider who either knows how to control him or will just give him his head and hang on." She brought him back to a trot with a little effort. He tossed his head and snorted, raring to go.

Her father nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Some fancy trader from Essyrn will be here to look at him and the other two soon. Walk him for a bit, then untack and scrub him down."

She nodded, leaning forward to pat the colt's neck. "Good boy," she murmured. His ears flicked back, showing he was listening as they slowed to a walk. "Good boy, Blaze." Technically the horse had no name yet- whoever bought him would give him one- but privately she named him from the streak of white across his chestnut face.

Adrian was walking back to the stables, probably getting the next colt for her to work out. She walked Blaze in another circle of the paddock and dismounted, walking to his head and stroking his neck. "Yes, you're a fine boy," she crooned, turning to lead him out of the ring. "Whoever buys you is lucky."

Suddenly she paused, her eyes lighting on a figure approaching the stables.

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Rahim quite liked Serendipity for its modest climate and its prosperous environment; so unlike his native Essen.
Oh, the burning oasis were alive with a thousand creatures, and temperatures high enough to roast them all alive, if they dared step too far outside the green shades of palm trees. What troubled him the most was the rarity of rain in the area.
The cruel sunlight were almost never sheathed behind a veil of dark clouds and mist; like you would see more often the farther North you travelled - particularly during those cold months around winter solstice, when the sun was so weak he almost; almost could see himself parading the streets at daytime, wearing little besides a trenchcoat and a wide-brimmed hat.

The vampire smiled at the idea, imagining the wonder of seeing the world again brightly shining in a way it never did for him after he received the gift. But as much as he revelled in this vast impossibility, he had not earned his living by trusting in false hopes and fairy tales. He was no fool.

"Tell the horseman that my earliest convenience will be at twilight," he had instructed his messenger earlier that day, and the man had left presumably to perform his task. Now he was merely waiting for the sun to sink just a tad beneath the horizon.
By that time he stepped outside his room, and he allowed himself a sip of the goblet prepared him by his most trusted servant; before ordering his general ensemble to make haste.
"We must not keep the gentleman waiting much longer. Do prepare the large carriage, and apply the black stallion at the front - yes, the one I acquired from the noble cavalier at home."

The fancy Essyrnian trader arrived the Cooper farmstead at last, when the descending sun painted the sky in all shades of pale gold to dark blue and purple - and he showed himself very much a man of taste and splendour; one to be respected and admired by the local peasants. At least that was his intention, though some people might find the sight a little flamboyant, to be fair. The carriage was indeed drawn by a black stallion; a pure Essyrnian breed, as much as its owner - and his family crest adorned both sides of the vehicle. Rahim would in this manner have his patron know that he was a man whom in his profession had traded horses by several occasions, and considered himself quite able to judge properly the quality and economic value of an individual when it was presented to him.
Moreso, however, the stallion might be a part of his currency, should Mr Cooper and himself find each other favorable.

As the caravan stopped, and Rahim stepped out of his four-wheeled shelter, his iron-brown eyes sought immediately the man to whom he had come here to speak. Instead he laid gaze on a young female near the stables.
"Pardon me, Milady; you do not know where I can find Mr Cooper?"

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"Da's just gone into the stables," Gwen said on reflex. She'd never seen so much wealth so obviously displayed before. She wasn't quite sure how to react to it. Brushing at her worn breeches and pushing flayaway hair over her ear, she added, "I can escort you in, er...milord?"

Her cheeks reddened slightly at her fumble. She'd never been particularly adept at interacting with two-leggers, and this fancy one just threw her for even more of a loop.

And her eyes kept skating to the animal that pulled his carriage. "He's a fine thing," she said admiringly, nodding to the black horse. "Essyrni bred? Looks to be at any rate." Then her blush deepened when she realized she probably wasn't being respectful enough and she dropped her eyes.

"Um, if you'll follow me then," she said, securing her grip on Blaze's reins and starting toward the stable.

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