Role

Chapter 4

Saersha rode bareback through the plains in the dead of night. She felt the
long, cold, wet grass brush against her toes. Leaning forward she wrapped
her arms around a powerful equestrian neck. Tears welled in her eyes that
it wasn't the torso of Casparius. The very night she had learned of his
tragic past, huntsmen from the inferno came to reclaim him. Her heart had
been touched for the first time, now it felt as if it were only touched so
fate could rip it from her chest. As she quietly led the horse back to it's
stables near Tir Talath, as to not disturb the rancher she had "borrowed"
it from, she pulled a small bag of oats from her belt. The horse was soaked
with sweat from the intense ride, but seemed happy to have made a new friend.
She couldn't help but cry as she fed it and gently pet the powerful creature.
"Faer not, mai baeutiful baest," she said calming her soul trying emulating
his silken voice and devil may care attitude, "Ae'll see you aet tha gaets
of haell." She would continue to do this, off and on, in the days to come.
Joking back and forth with his memory in her mind brought her great relief.