Unrest writhed in his gut as he pulled on his boots - an uncanny feeling that he’d long since learned to heed. It was the thought of such misdeeds that roused him from his bed that morn, legs veering over its edge to implant feet upon the cold ground. She had been a child when they met, and her level of maturation from that status was left in profound doubt, given the mischievous deeds which continued to color her waking hours.
Lady Lynaera was no more than a girl the same one who had peskily prodded the pressure points of his life for as long as he cared to remember. The notion was preposterous, as far as Ren was concerned. The girl was to find a suitable mate, with whom she would unite and bring honor to the name of Cassel.
Her father’s mind had borne the conception of the atrocious plot - with an ultimate objective that outweighed the grievances of even its abhorrent process. Why, he unfailingly found himself questioning, must the fancies of a naive girl be satisfied by way of ephemeral violence? Could she not tickle her ardor for impishness with the feather of her natural dereliction of a noble role? Of course, Gaeren knew the journey had not been Lady Lynaera’s initial idea.
Little more than a sorry excuse for sore backsides accosted by a respective saddle, hidden under the pretense of a stimulating venture to foreign lands. As soon as she reunited with her mare, she would get to work. If all went well, she aimed to be saddled and mounted well before the edge of the sun crested the mountains to the East. It means dawn.” Which was oddly appropriate given dawn’s fast approach upon the horizon. “It’s not Nack,” Lynaera frowned, hurrying along in the boy’s wake. “Oh! Nack!” Her conspiratorial ushering would send the boys scampering, one off to grab the necessary tack, the other motioning the Cassel along with sudden inspiration of recognition. I will need my saddle and bridle as well. Where is she? She is the dappled palomino with the white hind socks. “No…” Tongue clicking irritadely against the roof of her mouth, she pursed her lips. Hesitant, he looked at her before glancing over to a second. “Ñāqes,” Lynaera uttered hastily to one of the stable boys. With haste-but not *too* much haste lest she seem suspect and draw a curious look-she went over to the horses. She bore no adornment of wolf heads upon her person, nor did she carry anything with her that might possibly catch an eye and be perceived desirable. By the time she emerged, once more checking to see if the coast was clear, she was dressed in riding leathers beneath a split powder-rose tunic that fell to her knees over the leggings. Mind already made up before she’d given a spare thought to the consequences, the flap was released and she disappeared back into the depths of the tent. Lips curled at the corners with the devilish glint that danced in her eyes. She was grateful for her father’s concern, of course, but there were times when a lady just wanted to be able to enjoy the fresh air without a pair of eyes looking constantly over her shoulders. Hers, despite his moaning and groaning, seemed far too eager to cling to her side at times. Instead, the deep russet irises swept the immediate area around her tent in search of a guard. As beautiful as the sky might have been, however, it wasn’t to it that she looked. The sun yet sank below the horizon, the sky taking on only a faint glow of indigo and violet, threads of pink and orange threading themselves into the sky like capillaries of a living canvas. A chill draft sucked into the darkness in which she lingered, but if it bothered her, she gave no indication. Turn-by-turn navigation and your statistics for each day’s ride - easily share distance cycled, and average speed data to Apple HealthKit and Strava.Morning had barely arrived, dew still glistening like a bed of fallen stars upon the sparse grass of the encampment as Lynaera peeked out from the entrance of her tent.Ěll your holiday information in the palm of your hand.So whether you’re a techie or just like the reassurances modern technology brings, we are confident the Skedaddle app is going to make your next cycling holiday with us even more special. It will also give you a break down of your statistics at the end of each ride. This app allows you to focus on what you love the most - enjoying the ride and conquering the day’s route, while seeking out the magical moments and places you can only experience when you travel by bike.Īctivate navigation mode and the app will guide you turn-by-turn through each day’s route. Fit all the maps, info and top tips you need for your next Skedaddle adventure in your pocket.
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