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milliways_bar2013-01-09 08:26 am
hippodamio) wrote in milliways_bar2013-01-09 08:26 am
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The sound of hoofbeats behind Milliways is no very great surprise, not to anyone who has come here long. But this is a place of riders. One doesn't often hear more than one set of hoofbeats at a time, or the rattle of wheels and harness as a chariot comes to a halt.
The horses are not so big as most in the stables here, but they are of fine blood and breeding nonetheless. Anyone with an eye for horseflesh could see it at a glance, even as they toss their heads and stamp uneasily in the snow, which is deeper and colder than any they've yet encountered in their homeland. As for their driver, Hektor sighs in frustration and steps down to have a word with both animals; he'd not meant to come here, but one doesn't deny the goddess.
The horses are not so big as most in the stables here, but they are of fine blood and breeding nonetheless. Anyone with an eye for horseflesh could see it at a glance, even as they toss their heads and stamp uneasily in the snow, which is deeper and colder than any they've yet encountered in their homeland. As for their driver, Hektor sighs in frustration and steps down to have a word with both animals; he'd not meant to come here, but one doesn't deny the goddess.