(Aye, time to move this on.... my apologies, but I don't really want it to die)

Her curiosity having been somewhat satisfied, Tahlavain excused herself, bounding down the stairway nimbly, eagerly, and running across a courtyard, her face alight with youthful whims. Reaching the stables, she stopped before the head of a grey mare, sleek and elegant. With practiced skill, Tahlavain leapt atop the horse, spuring forward and towards the gates with naught but her bow and sword for source of survival. Afterall, she only planned to be gone for the remainder of the day....

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Awww, are we giving up already?)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Hathru also excused himself and left the room, smiling as he watched Tahlavain. "Have a good ride." He called out to her as she mounted the horse. He turned and looked around, then started walking with no particular destination in mind.