MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Though most of the herd kept their noses down, snorfeling about in the dead grasses for some shoots that were still green, a few—mostly the youngsters—took instant notice of the woman wandering through the valley. With pricked ears and flared nostrils they danced towards her, all curled necks and high knees like she might be some strange predator that they wanted to impress.
Catching notice of the movements of the herd rather than Sohalia herself, Morgen turned his gaze towards the disruption. Giving his mare an immediate nudge forward, the wrangler put his fingertips between his lips and whistled sharply. 'Absolutely not.' He called, though his words were directed towards the unicorns rather than the young woman.
'Mind yourself ma'am, they haven't quite figured out where their horns are." A few of the colts raised their noses in defiance to see if Morgen meant business. He did, though it was the mare he rode who made all the difference: pinning her ears and reaching out her neck to give one of them a nip, the group sulkily moved a few paces back from Sohalia.
Catching notice of the movements of the herd rather than Sohalia herself, Morgen turned his gaze towards the disruption. Giving his mare an immediate nudge forward, the wrangler put his fingertips between his lips and whistled sharply. 'Absolutely not.' He called, though his words were directed towards the unicorns rather than the young woman.
'Mind yourself ma'am, they haven't quite figured out where their horns are." A few of the colts raised their noses in defiance to see if Morgen meant business. He did, though it was the mare he rode who made all the difference: pinning her ears and reaching out her neck to give one of them a nip, the group sulkily moved a few paces back from Sohalia.
open the gate
