Meadow

She wanted to be a traveller on the winds, to see all there was to see. She wanted to conquer mountains and she wanted to chase waves. She wanted to sprint through the grasses and run with the gazelle and the antelope.

There was a great wonderful world out there, and Sighurd just wanted to drink deep at the fountains that were opened up to her. Somewhere out there were monsters that needed slaying, damsels that needed saving, and kingdoms that needed conquering. The red woman wanted to hold the world in her deft little hooves and crack it open like it was her oyster.

It was just easier for her to accomplish what she wanted when she was here, and not tied down to any one man, or any one land.

No one seems to understand that desire, and why she had made such a quick appointment with a swim to the inlet where she would harass Ironclad and make sure that Valka was well suited to the place and happy in her home. Not that Sighurd had any kind of sway in this land, but she at least wanted to let the fluffy little mare know that she would be there for her- she knew what it was to be new in a land and not know a soul. She only worried because little Valka did not speak a word of the local dialect. At least Vercingetorix had given the red mare that.

“No need for manners, na. I’m no high-born royal lady.” She tells him gently, smiling at his apology and accepting his introduction with a nod. Just as she had met Björn, who had been prim and proper, she had managed to coax something childish and fun out of him when she presented her shoulder and begged for a good scratch. Such were the ways of the woman with the striped legs. “Well, Dex, I do believe I promised a boy that I would meet him in the Inlet- any idea which direction that might be?”

She turns towards the water, a look of sheer determination in her eyes, as she hoped the bay stallion might have a better knowledge of this place than her.