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Post by Dieter on Aug 22, 2010 17:54:05 GMT -5
Dieter pauses at the southern borders of the lands of Windstorm, in the middle of a crossroads that leads off into the distance. One would think him quite distracted, though the warrior was far too well trained and practiced to let anything dangerous pass his notice even lost in thought as he was. Gaze lost in the distance as he sits easy on the big war stallion...Finally he shakes his head and pulls his attention back to his surroundings. Not thinking on why that direction seems to call to him, and why now...Finally turning the stallions head to head back towards the castle and village, knowing the men and the local folk would be gathered waiting the normal Sunday practices....It had gotten to be a weekly thing, out in the open while the weather held good for all to see and wager upon, etc.
Riding slowly, for some reason even the practices held less interest for him as well...Though that didn't stop him from holding them, part of his own way of repaying Her Majesty for her kindness in giving him a place...His old Masters at the Order wouldn't be surprised though, it had been spoken of before his 'curse', of his returning to the Citadel in time to teach, if his Father was amenable. But for now, the practices lacked something for him as well...Chuckling softly to himself as he spots the gathering from the outskirts of the village, heading for the stables to put the big stallion away before moving to join them.
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