Opening post by Lady Eddara Tallhart · #1
Before anyone says it cannot be done, fetch me three horses, a lantern, and the nearest idiot. I was eleven when my father’s red mare broke through autumn ice; I hauled her by the bridle while everyone shouted, and learned to trust action over noise.
I watch ears and feet first, but they change too quickly to settle what comes next. What sign tells you a horse’s fear is turning into blind panic?