The soft remnants of sweat glistened off her muscles, and that of her horse as she took the thick brush to his coat. She had finished brushing out his dark mane and was using the other brush to tend to his dark rust colored coat. They had both had a long day in the arena, winning another flawless match with barely scratch. Though a 'scratch' did occur, and the wound on his back leg was ugly, but nothing to kill him. Once her brush found the wounded leg, she was careful with him, whispering softly against his neck as she gingerly worked around it.
Once her brushing was done, she sat on a stool and rung out a rag, before tending and cleaning out the wound and applying a thick salve.
Red Sun took pride in her work, and her horse, and once she was done, wiped the sweat from her brow on the back of her hand. But upon seeing the way the horse grew anxious and danced around in his stall, she gave a laugh and shook her head.
"Alright, Horus, alright." Shaking her head, she untethered his reigns and lead him outside the dimly lit stables and into the blue night. How easy it would be to simply jump onto the saddle and run away. But she knew better. The night guards of her master were like hawksa nd the first time she tried- severely punished. But the only spared one glance her way as she and her horse Horus galloped off into the sandy field. It was not unusual to find Red Sun taking a midnight ride.
And ride she did, the injury doing nothing to deter Horus reaching top speed as the rush of the cool night winds gushed passed their bodies and the stars above turned into blurs. She loved it, and after a while, released the reigns of her horse to rise her arms out to the sides, like the wings of a bird as hse rested her head back and closed her eyes.
She felt weightless, free...
Though as trained, the moment they began to get out of sight of the guards her horse slowed. Opening her eyes, she gathered up the reigns again just in time to watch a dark figure on the horizon. It appeared to be another horse and rider. A curious thing for this time of night. And rare for any men to own horses in Essyrn. So she stood there, her figure bathed in the silver light of the moon as her horse stomped it's feet and chuffed a snort through it's nose from where he now stood at the edge of the expansive riding field.