Upon A Summers Breeze

[Antonus]

*A man sits upon the ground leaning with his back against a tree, the same tree his horse it tethered to, packed with his armor and sole belongings. He sits enjoying the last bit of rations he had packed for his journey, wishing he had been less glutinous. He looks over at his horse, grazing a few feet away.* "If only it was as easy for me to sustain myself as for you Stonegut". *The man's horse raises his head after hearing his name but when it's master simple looks back blankly the horse resumes its feast of grass.*

*The man sits for much time with a bewildered contemplation about him when he is startled by his horse licking at his face. He wipes his face as he stands giving his companion a glare.* "That really wasn't necessary, I would have been ready a while ago had you not kept eating." *The man picks up the sword that had been setting at his side and he holds it up into the light* "Didn't think we would be back at it again did you, of course you didn't. I daresay you much enjoyed your resting place; shame I could not leave you to your rest. Don't worry, you will long outlive me and have all the much needed rest you desire."

*The man puts his sword inside its sheath and brushes the bread crumbs off of his tunic and in an effortless motion he is atop his trusted friend. The horse rears onto its hind legs and begins charging down the road they had traveled for days, and the man mutters to himself* "Showoff".

[rpinasco]

*Time passes on the road as the trees pass by in a monotone background of greens, browns and reds.The rythmic sound of the horses hooves against the ground, the common warm breeze from this time of the year on his face and the effects of the meal on his stomach starting to work on the chunks of food makes the rider feel a little bit sleepy.  Suddenly a dark silhouette appears in the distance.* The last rays of sunlight bath the figure from behind making it hard to for the rider to distinguish any  feature that might give away a hint of what was coming up the road. * As the horse gallopes towards it, it is now clear that the silhoutte is coming towards the rider too, its growing size against the mountains in the horizon giving away the unmistakable form of an equine *A cloud of dust rises up from behind the beast, its origin being somthing that seems to be being pulled by the horse that bumps against the road´s uneveness....*