Post by Ringlin on Dec 18, 2006 14:47:56 GMT -5
Passing a herd of sheep bawling with the indignity of being shorn, Ringlin leaned forward, to pat the neck of the horse he had hired, a steeldust gelding, with a proud neck and smooth paces. These lands were green and rolling, and many sheep grazed here, it was a complete contrast to the business of the cities. Although in several thousand years, Ringlin would feel at home anywhere, he would always prefer the hill slopes and open spaces and mountains.
