Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
-Dirge, Shakespeare
?Come on, lady, you cannot race free here in town, or some rogue will cart you off.? Ewan grinned as he turned Zesperis around once more to direct her into one stall of the stables behind the Red Dragon Inn. The liver chestnut trakehner whickered, stomping her hooves before finally acquiescing to enter the stall. Ewan translated her noise and movements, ?Oh, I know, I know, you would give any who tried a good fight, and I would have a moment?s sorrow for the poor soul.? He grinned as he removed her gear and started to brush her down to help cool her from the ride into town, his hand running along her body with a deep affection to check for any hot spots.
He spoke lovingly to this horse who had kept him alive more times than he cared count. ?And what would the Baroness say if I had to tell her the wonderful gift she gave to me was stolen? You wouldn?t want to besmirch my honor, would you?? He stopped and looked in one dark eye that, if he did not know better, actually looked a little sheepish. The great head moved to rest upon his shoulder, then went over to the water bucket on the wall. Ewan smirked and patted the strong, warm neck, ?Yes, you've made it perfectly clear,? he stepped around the great horse to make sure there was feed and the straw was fresh. ?I?m here to adore you, not the other way around.? He chuckled, then gave the side of the horse another pat before exiting the stall and stepping to a trough to wash his hands before he went on to meet with Maze in one of the tunnel centers. He did not look back to see that Zesperis watched him until he was out of sight.
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
-Dirge, Shakespeare
?Come on, lady, you cannot race free here in town, or some rogue will cart you off.? Ewan grinned as he turned Zesperis around once more to direct her into one stall of the stables behind the Red Dragon Inn. The liver chestnut trakehner whickered, stomping her hooves before finally acquiescing to enter the stall. Ewan translated her noise and movements, ?Oh, I know, I know, you would give any who tried a good fight, and I would have a moment?s sorrow for the poor soul.? He grinned as he removed her gear and started to brush her down to help cool her from the ride into town, his hand running along her body with a deep affection to check for any hot spots.
He spoke lovingly to this horse who had kept him alive more times than he cared count. ?And what would the Baroness say if I had to tell her the wonderful gift she gave to me was stolen? You wouldn?t want to besmirch my honor, would you?? He stopped and looked in one dark eye that, if he did not know better, actually looked a little sheepish. The great head moved to rest upon his shoulder, then went over to the water bucket on the wall. Ewan smirked and patted the strong, warm neck, ?Yes, you've made it perfectly clear,? he stepped around the great horse to make sure there was feed and the straw was fresh. ?I?m here to adore you, not the other way around.? He chuckled, then gave the side of the horse another pat before exiting the stall and stepping to a trough to wash his hands before he went on to meet with Maze in one of the tunnel centers. He did not look back to see that Zesperis watched him until he was out of sight.