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Post by ShadowReine on Apr 5, 2012 19:07:44 GMT -5
Evening, and Silia and Silisk were up early. They were already, in fact, heading out on patrol, the stocky handler moving quickly and easily alongside her blue, with practiced ease.
She seldom expected Silisk to carry her. Only if they were in some kind of a massive hurry. They fought better, if fighting was necessary, apart. They certainly hunted better apart, with the wher flushing game and Silia shooting it. Or vice versa. For right now, though, they were still within the auspices of the hold, with some risk that they might bump into somebody.
Possibly, although Silia hoped not, somebody who was not a wherhandler. Ordinary people found it hard enough to understand the riders, bound to their elegant beasts. Most found it really hard to grasp why a reasonably attractive young woman would have tied her life to an ugly, ferocious wher who could not even talk to her in words.
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