A Purpose - 3

Nuzzling the velvet of the foal's coat, Kirthag scritches his ears and breathes in his horsey breath.

"This one will be a runner, Black. He will run with the winds," she utters to the other female.

A Purpose - 2

There comes a time in every scouts life when everything just seems to come together. Be it the fates, the gods, or even the stars, Lessie sends her thanks out into the universes with a small, burn-offering near the ocean's edge. She knows her mistress, Kirthag, would scoff at such action. Lessie feels all the better by this deed. The sheep was purchased from the kind people of the nearby village - one Lessie had written in depth about in her latest report to Kirthag. As the offering smolders, she reads over the draft one more time...

A Purpose

Entering the castle silently, Lessie quickly dodges into the Lady's antechamber to avoid soaking rains from the Yew storm. Shaking the wet from her cloak, Lessie's dark eyes adjust to the dim of the room while she listens for any presence.