daddyissues_ (daddyissues_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2017-06-17 18:11:00 |
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The air was cool as Katherine waited for her Lord. Gently sipping at her wine glass, she watched amused as the white horse tore at the grass. She had found it not far from here when she had walked the wolves two nights ago. It was an astonishingly beautiful creature but that had not been what had drawn her to it. A white stallion was one thing, a white stallion that ignored gravity and stood a feet in the air another. She'd taken him with her and offered it a place in Rhysand's garden. It had been complete with bridle and a saddle. The recruiting process she had started had begun to take a toll on her. Wounds appeared on her body as quickly as they healed. Her mind was busy with all the creatures bound to it. It was as if there was a constant knock on her backdoor which she needed to answer and sooth. |