Post by sagetide on Nov 10, 2016 21:03:15 GMT
Vera was pleased with Prism, and by pleased she was undoubtedly impressed and totally in love. His gaits were smooth, his stance regal, and his temperament easy going and blissful. The gelding’s eyes always were alight with happiness every time they went out for a ride.
Prism was a 12 year old Fresian gelding, bought by Vera at the beginning of October from Steve’s Farm. Astrid had mentioned to her friend that Steve had a few horses left from the fair before she had come to Jorvik, and it had taken no time at all to negotiate a price after setting eyes on her new horse. Traveling the land of Jorvik on the back of Rosewind, the lent Moorland Stables lesson horse, had gotten exhausting after awhile. Neither horse nor rider had gotten along well, and giving the older mare to one of the newbies had brought a small smile to the woman’s face as she watched the two walk away. She had her horse, her partner, and he was her knight in shining armor.
A knight was an understatement. He was out of this world loyal and fiercely protective of her to the point she sometimes wondered what she had done to deserve his love. A rider had walked up to her earlier today, asking for directions to Valedale from Firgrove, and he’d snapped, not dangerously, but came quite close to getting their fingers. He wasn’t violent, but he wasn’t completely safe, either.
He reminded Vera of Cosmos, her older cousin Feya’s horse. While the Morgan stallion was younger then Prism, he was feisty, had an ever-changing temperament, and was seemingly always looking for ways to quell the boredom that life would often bring. He certainly had a mind of his own, and not for the first time she wondered what her older cousin saw in him to keep him. While Prism was certainly not the safest ride, he had a head over Cosmos (that was totally not a pun related to physical stature, nope) in how they stood with their riders.
Cosmos seemed to always be moving, or wanting to move. It was as if he had a bomb that kept ticking, ticking, ticking inside of him, and if he stood still for longer then a short amount of time he would explode. According to Feya, he had done just that a number of times, the most amusing where she was having a picnic with her friends and he was trotting around them in circles only to steer out so wide that he slid down a mountain, and Feya made him climb all the way back up to her by himself, offering no support or help whatsoever. He didn’t move from her side for the rest of the evening after that.
The scariest story with the never boring stallion, to say the least, that Vera’s older cousin had ever mentioned during one of their many meetings since she’d announced her presence on Jorvik, was that of a time, about a year ago, when Cosmos and Feya were participating in a game of hide and seek in Forgotten Fields (a place that she still needed to visit) and the Morgan horse was galloping, decided not to stop at a cliff face, and slid right off into the sea below. Thankfully water was what met them after air, but it could just as easily been sand; or rocks.
Everyday Vera was thankful that Prism had no such inclinations to do such a thing, and did not envy her older cousin in the least. That was just crazy.
Vera knew that many people in Jorvik had a stable full of horses, her older cousin being one of them. Was it so strange that she loved Prism and was satisfied with just him? Astrid and Feya said time and time again that it was fine to love one horse, and to get more if she wished. She certainly had the money and the time. If she wanted to, she could start up a dressage stable and win championships around the globe. That, if anything, really appealed to the woman, and she had sat up many late nights and debated over how that would work.
One day, when Vera was avidly searching for Mrs. Morris and completely irritated that her cousin just laughed and said “Have fun finding her” instead of helping, she came across the realization that Prism was a wonderful horse. This was nothing new, of course. All her thoughts towards her gelding were positive and uplifting, and he in turn continued to raise those thoughts higher. But it was because of the fact that he brought so much positivity into her life that she was actually considering opening up her doors to a few more horses.
“Of course, I’ll never let you go,” Vera said to the gelding, as they pranced down the path. Their duties towards the citizens of Jorvik were done for the day, and the pair were casually wandering with no destination in mind. “Perhaps I will get a few horses, and we will all become champions around the world.” She patted his neck. “You’ll always be the champion of my heart, though.”
At this, Prism snorted, but seemed to raise his legs higher as they crossed the bridge. It wasn’t as though they had fully discovered each other, but it was a process, and that would take time. They had all the time in the world to do what they wanted, and in Jorvik, anything was possible.
