The Best Intentions
Today an odd thing happened while I was riding drag. How it happened was not so odd. I can only say I was not paying attention. It was hot and dusty. I adjusted my wind scarf attempting to ward off breathing so much dust. But it still got into my eyes and my hair, in my ears and covered every bit of my skin. Kai had his head ducked and I can say he was paying better attention than I was for he tried to dodge the incoming blow but I was too out of it to even notice until the bosk hit us broadside. Knocked me clear out of the saddle. I don't know how long I was out.
When I came to I was staring at the sky and the hot ground was against my back and my head hurt. I just laid there for a while and the trickle of memory began to return to me. Not just the few minutes before the bosk hit me but the vision or dream or whatever you wish to call it that I experienced while I was unconscious.
There was a woman. And she was covered in blood and she danced. There was white everywhere. She sang a song, though I can't really remember the words. She knelt and then threw her arms open wide and arched her back until she broke and split open and from her crawled Ani, covered in blood.
It was just at that point that the first stabbing of light registered through my brain as I began to realize I was staring at Lar Torvis. I thought for sure my brains were leaking all over the plain for how much it hurt. I attempted to move, rolled to my knees and I wretched as the horizon upended and spun on me.
I touched my head and found a gash on the back of my skull. A bloody rock is obviously the culprit. Like most scalp wounds it bled like a stuck tarsk. I was going to be a grumpy bastard for a while.
When the world stopped spinning for me I got to my feet stiffly. Kai was standing a few paces away with the reins trailing. The bosk and other outriders were no where in sight. The herd having moved on. I stepped to him and grasped the pommel shoving a boot into the stirrup and pulling myself up ... though as I did my stomach caught up with me and just kept rising so I paused half in the saddle until it settled back to where it belonged.
It was only then that I began to feel the first tightened strings of concern for Ani. What meaning was held in the things I had seen? Was it only due to getting hit on the head and laying in the hot Lar Torvis?
When I came to I was staring at the sky and the hot ground was against my back and my head hurt. I just laid there for a while and the trickle of memory began to return to me. Not just the few minutes before the bosk hit me but the vision or dream or whatever you wish to call it that I experienced while I was unconscious.
There was a woman. And she was covered in blood and she danced. There was white everywhere. She sang a song, though I can't really remember the words. She knelt and then threw her arms open wide and arched her back until she broke and split open and from her crawled Ani, covered in blood.
It was just at that point that the first stabbing of light registered through my brain as I began to realize I was staring at Lar Torvis. I thought for sure my brains were leaking all over the plain for how much it hurt. I attempted to move, rolled to my knees and I wretched as the horizon upended and spun on me.
I touched my head and found a gash on the back of my skull. A bloody rock is obviously the culprit. Like most scalp wounds it bled like a stuck tarsk. I was going to be a grumpy bastard for a while.
When the world stopped spinning for me I got to my feet stiffly. Kai was standing a few paces away with the reins trailing. The bosk and other outriders were no where in sight. The herd having moved on. I stepped to him and grasped the pommel shoving a boot into the stirrup and pulling myself up ... though as I did my stomach caught up with me and just kept rising so I paused half in the saddle until it settled back to where it belonged.
It was only then that I began to feel the first tightened strings of concern for Ani. What meaning was held in the things I had seen? Was it only due to getting hit on the head and laying in the hot Lar Torvis?
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