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Old 04-18-2006, 06:23 PM   #238
Firefoot
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Firefoot has been trapped in the Barrow!
After a brief search of the Mead Hall, Léof had not found Larswic, nor indeed very many people at all. He guessed that most of them were off to enjoy the fair, which suited him fine. The fewer people who knew where he was going, the better, as far as he was concerned. So horribly protective, they all were! While returning to the stable, he did see Gárwine and smiled briefly before slipping off. Talk would inevitably lead to questions. All this made Léof feel as if he were about to do something wrong, which was absurd, of course. He had the right and the ability to make judgment concerning his own activities. He did not trust any of them enough not to try and stop him.

Reaching the stable, he first went to his room to collect most of his meager supply of coins both for an entry fee and in case he saw anything nice his sister might like… or perhaps Æðel, smirked a little voice, a voice which he quickly hushed. He then re-saddled Æthel and mounted using a fence as a boost up rather shamefully. He could without one, but the affair was rather painful, and with no one watching him…

As he made his way down through the crowded streets of Edoras, he kept fighting the urge to turn around and see if anyone followed him; why would they be following? He was perfectly within his rights to explore the fair, and no one would question that. He rode straight through the fair to the outside of the city and found the track where races would be run a little later in the day. A list had been posted of the various races that would be held, specifying the length of each and any other particular conditions – most were open to any horse, but a few were limited to just mares, or horses older than a certain age, which, Léof mused, made sense – stallions were usually faster than mares, and younger horses than older horses. One race in particular caught his eye: three laps around the track for mares only. Perfect.

He waited in a relatively short line to enter. On his turn, he gave his and Æthel’s names and some other basic information to the man and paid a small fee – and that was all. The man had glanced askance at his foot but not questioned it. He was entered now, and the race would start in only a few hours. Just let someone try to stop him.
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