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| Fintan_de_Marin
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Subject: The Return of the Rose | |||||
 A pistol of silver cocked in the dim light of Fintan's stables. It's holder looked down to ensure proper sighting. Emerald eyes gazed down it's barrel behind a mask of green velvet. It clicked again, being uncocked. A long silver rapier glittered as it was drawn. A brown gloved hand flicked it this way and that, then moved it in the light to check the edge. Once Fintan was satisfied he put the sword back in to his scabbard. Pulling back on his gloves to tighten them around his hand he walked over his horse. Maria neighed softly. "Now now, Maria. You're known to be the horse of an Arelian noble. Riding you would be dangerous. We shall take to the roads tomorrow to assess what has been done." Fintan said gently, stroking the percheron's side. He crossed the stables to the slightly smaller horse. A gray stallion, who was bread for speed rather than power and intimidation. Fintan stroked Mist's side as he checked the saddle he had put on a brief hour ago. With the grace of a nobleman, the highwayman mounted his steed. Clicking his tongue he navigated Mist out of the stables, once they were out the horse broke in to a trot. The moon was like a Half Griff in the sky, shining down brightly. The rays hardly penetrated the canopy. While he rode, simply searching, it dawned on Fintan. His prey had grown wiser, and no longer traveled the forests at night. He had caused this wisdom to grow within them. With a groan, and sigh, he steered Mist towards the Highway of Karros, a large open road that went from the north to the south of Westland. |
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