Post by Narne on Mar 18, 2008 6:07:07 GMT -5
Narne had since before she could walk been travelling. That was what she had been taught and what she knew. She had never been bound down to one place, never slept in the same bed more then 6months. She did not detest the idea of settling down, but she loved her life. Never knowing where she’d be off to, never knowing what the next road held. It was the simplicity of being able to see nature take its own path. When you travel constantly in the same place, you never get to see the physical changes to that environment. However, when you travelled through the area maybe four times a year, you’d see the beautiful spring. The time where everything was in bloom and fresh green. The summer, when everything was drying out and slowing decaying. Autumn or fall, the vibrant colours of reds, yellows and oranges that littered the countryside and made it like some treasure chest. The winter, where everything was covered in a white blanket to sleep and be ready for the next season. You never really notice the beauty if you move through it every day. That was probably the best part of travelling constantly. Being able to recognise change.
Narne watched the grey mare approach them. The horse had some interest in what they were doing. It was natural. Place yourself in a field with a horse that was a remarkable escape artist and knew your every trick towards catching them, could even be enticed towards you through mere curiosity. Turn your back to them, and pretend your doing something, eventually they will become interested and wonder what you were doing. In this case, that had been proved true. They had practically ignored the horse, and she had come to them with her own free will. That is what Narne liked. She despised those who locked horses in small enclosures and never let them touch the freedom, that should have been theirs rightfully.
Narne smiled patiently, and watched Kayla fool about with the pretty horse. However, instead of lunging forward like some child, Narne kept her distance. Not out of fear, just out of knowing if a horse wanted attention it would go to those it wanted the attention from. When the horse turned away and became familiar with another patch of grass, Narne heard Kayla ask a question and immediately her attention was drawn back to the woman.
“You used to be a baker until you moved into the area, what is your profession at the present moment?” Narne asked curiously, “Do you work for another, or yourself?” Narne limited herself to at least two questions at a time, So, not to confuse the person she was speaking with. She refrained from asking to much about personal lives, she knew it was intrusive. However, the questions she asked, were the questions she needed to place the person, before training could begin.
Narne watched the grey mare approach them. The horse had some interest in what they were doing. It was natural. Place yourself in a field with a horse that was a remarkable escape artist and knew your every trick towards catching them, could even be enticed towards you through mere curiosity. Turn your back to them, and pretend your doing something, eventually they will become interested and wonder what you were doing. In this case, that had been proved true. They had practically ignored the horse, and she had come to them with her own free will. That is what Narne liked. She despised those who locked horses in small enclosures and never let them touch the freedom, that should have been theirs rightfully.
Narne smiled patiently, and watched Kayla fool about with the pretty horse. However, instead of lunging forward like some child, Narne kept her distance. Not out of fear, just out of knowing if a horse wanted attention it would go to those it wanted the attention from. When the horse turned away and became familiar with another patch of grass, Narne heard Kayla ask a question and immediately her attention was drawn back to the woman.
“You used to be a baker until you moved into the area, what is your profession at the present moment?” Narne asked curiously, “Do you work for another, or yourself?” Narne limited herself to at least two questions at a time, So, not to confuse the person she was speaking with. She refrained from asking to much about personal lives, she knew it was intrusive. However, the questions she asked, were the questions she needed to place the person, before training could begin.