Golden Hawk

1626, Sacred Time, Luck Week, Freezeday


After Session 2.30 (Sha-MEN!)
Boldhome, in the pastures below the Palace

There are plenty of spoilers here. And it gets mildly naughty and super fluffy. Read at your own risk.

I don’t want to read the fluff, but I want the safe and short version of this…


When Serala comes out to check on Cav, she notices someone riding about the pastures on a zebra. There’s something vaguely familiar about the figure, but the distance between them is too great to be certain.

Serala makes herself comfortable against the fence, narrowing her eyes for a moment, before shaking her head and dismissing the moment of nostalgia – and, frankly, more interested in the zebra, a breed she has little experience with. She whistles almost idly for Cav, in her usual commanding ‘be here now, horse’ whistle, pulling an apple out of her pocket. A small knife almost magically appears in her hand, and she cuts herself a slice while she waits for the Goldeneye to respond to her call.

In the distance, the zebra rears up in response to Serala’s whistle and bizarrely, the rider fails to stay on.1Uh…. just need to look up the fumble chart.

Eyebrows raised, Serala ducks under the fence, cutting some more pieces of apple and holding them out to Cav in response to his quick arrival. Vaulting up onto the horse’s back, she turns him and canters across the expanse of field. Clearly someone had best check on the rider. And a close up look at the zebra wouldn’t go amiss either. Priorities.

The rider does not get up immediately, but by the time Serala is close enough to see her more clearly, she is climbing to her feet gingerly. She looks different from the last time the Grazelander saw her. The long red mane of which she was so proud has been cropped short, falling almost to her chin. She’s leaner too, the curves worn away by whatever it is she’s been up to. Oddly, she’s not in the bronze armour that likely would have made her easier to recognise from a distance. She is cursing roundly in Pure Horse Tongue, phrases that sound a lot like Finarvi’s.

Cav wheels around, so Serala can lean out to the side and catch the zebra’s bridle. The zebra lays its ears back, but the Grazelander uses Cav to move in close, all but coralling the other beast in the way she wants it to go. She then turns back towards the zebra rider, calling “You want your stripe-horse ba…” She breaks off, coming to a halt with only the lightest of squeezes to Cav’s side, sitting back in the saddle in shock. “You!”

Serala is mostly unchanged – other than a pair of deep scars that run, one up each cheekbone, making her already defined face even more angular. Deep scars, the sign of a vicious battle nearly lost.

Varanis looks up, shocked into silence. Then, “Serala?”

A slow blink from Serala, staring down. “This is.. unexpected.” Right now, there seems to be little emotion on her face.2S: Do me an insight human? V: OMG. Really? What are the odds of rolling two 99s in a row? S: HAHAHAHAHA. Err.. I guess your reading of her might be that she’s annoyed to see you here, on ‘her’ turf then…

The Vingan groans. “Sometimes, I think the gods hate me. I’ve missed you for so long and they finally bring you back to me, just in time to watch me fall.” Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as she reaches for the zebra’s bridle.

A smile, finally, starts to spread across Serala’s face. “I don’t know,” she almost purrs. “It’s how we started our relationship, as I trained your horses, and it seems to have worked well so far.” Her grey eyes latch onto Varanis’ face, expression as intense as a hawk sighting its prey. “I got your letter.”

Varanis peers up at Serala through her lashes. “You did?”

“I did.” The Grazelander finally slides down from her horse, patting Cav gently and idly feeding him apple. And sharing with your zebra too, if it wants any. Finally taking a slice for herself, and then holding one towards your lips. “Apple?” she offers.

Warning – it gets fluffy and a mildly naughty

Sometime later…

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    Uh…. just need to look up the fumble chart.
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    S: Do me an insight human? V: OMG. Really? What are the odds of rolling two 99s in a row? S: HAHAHAHAHA. Err.. I guess your reading of her might be that she’s annoyed to see you here, on ‘her’ turf then…