(picture of Saban)

He didn’t wait to dismount before entering the stable, riding right in allowing her grey to follow closely to heels. Picking Siana up War swung his a leg over the bays neck dropping to the stone flooring, before lowering Siana to her own heels. Her new addition snorted trying to push through the alleyway in hopes of getting closer to her.

“Put him at the end stall” War pointed while quickly unclenching his saddle from his Bay. Siana nodded softly whistling to the grey, having him follow her to the very end like War instructed. Saddle hooked to a nearby rack when War handed her a brush.

“See to him well.” Before Siana had a chance to give a nod War swiftly removed himself from the stable. She wondered just what he was doing, and if having her clean off the stallion was a way of keeping from knowing just that. She sighed, was something bad about to happen.

War gave a lot of thought to what should happen when they returned. His mind was made up that Siana should in fact get to keep the stallion for her very own, seeing as how his first master was

long since gone. Reasons to the how and why would be the bigger issue at hand. War could almost see the men using that as their only backbone argument. He gave an irritated grunt.

Pushing through the outside door to the room holding the silver names, War looked around at the few scattered men he’d need to convince in changing the ruling. A few were drinking ale talking about scars, while others looked over paperwork of Lavoros. They all lifted heads to see him, nodding with calmed eyes. For now at least.

Easy movements sent War towards one wall where a few books sit in rest, he took one out flipping through its contents before dropping into the center of that round table. All eyes looked from him to the book.

“Something on your mind War?” Nathaniel was a brother to War, closer to him than most he could read War like that of the book he just dropped.

“The ruling on once masters steeds, where does it sit as of now?” A few brows wrinkled to the question, it suggested they talk about the fallen, or ones without names. Nathaniel slid a few fingers under the book pulling it closer to himself. Once in understanding he raised those eyes to War.

“You want it changed?” Low growls turned the room into an echoing bral.

War turned slightly towards his brother, a nod was given sending those lower growls into more pronounced ones.

“There isn’t a good enough reason to be discussing this.” This time it was Alexander who spoke, leaving the rest to keep to growls. War stared the man down, he was good with his sword, better with the woman, but his mouth sometimes should've learned when to keep shut.

“This ruling was made by the same man who no longer walks these halls, yet you wish to hold onto it as if it will give him one more breath.” He watched as each man became a little less vigor in their disapproval. All but Saben.

Known more for his experiences in training such mounts, Saban didn’t speak often, but when mouth opened all listened with turned ears.

“She has found a suitable mount then? One of the fallens I am to believe by your deep interest in such topic.” Men turned from Saban to War looking for answers. War gve him a nod, sending the whole room into an uproar. He knew this was going to happen, they still were to bitter for his liking.

“Absolutely not, have her on another.” One waved his hand tossing the whole subject to the wind. War gave a low grumble moving his feet closer to the table.

“You know damn well that is not possible” Saban pushed from his chair stopping all comotion, eyes turned black as coal looked around the room.

“Where is she?” He asked, ice in his voice making the room feel as though the fire itself was of no use in keeping them warm.

“Stables” War replied keeping his anger confined to her inner beast. Without another word Saban walked out the very door War had entered, a few went to trail after him but were suddenly halted by a link through the group.

“I go alone” Was all Saban gave leaving the link to close on its own.

Siana had groomed every inch of the grey, right down to his mane and tail. It hung almost to the ground in light wisps of silvery threads. He wasn’t as dark as she presumed him to be, most was of dark clay that had stuck to his body like a child to mother. Once cleaned his coat was nearly that of a white, or very gently grey.

His munching was almost rhythmic in the sense Siana caught herself yawning, wanting to sleep while he enjoyed his meal. Grabbing the far back of his mane Siana lifted her body up till one leg could swing over his back, his head lifted watching her before understanding came over and he once again returned to feeding.

Sitting upon him was far more thrilling them trying to win him over. From upon his back she could see every horse, which lead her imagination to wonder what else she could see if not kept in stall. Laying her back against his Siana stared up at rafters, thoughts of riding him around the manor were now her tease.

Thoughts carried her away when Siana began to hear the almost unheard sound of footsteps, pushing upwards her eyes fell into a green of heavy green ones. His feet cealed to the flooring while never blinking off her blue eyes. Seeing him once before lead her to know he wasn’t a threat, but not knowing his name meant a world of something else.

“Do you know who’s horse you sit upon?”  He asked so quietly Siana wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

“Mine” She replied keeping the suspicious from her tone. He didn’t laugh at her reply, but his eyes did.

“No, you are the second. I ask about the first” Coming to a stop near the stall door, he seemed to be almost slightly hesitant to come any closer. Siana kept her eyes to his, but allowed her other sense to pick through his own.

“I do not know the first, I was never told.” She said truthfully, her lying skills still needing a bit of work from what War kept telling her. The male kept his hands at his sides, never breaking eye contact with her.

“His name was Marco, a fallen because of your father.” Siana’s eyes started to darken at the mention of her parent. It had been a long time since she’d heard someone mention him. Mostly what she heard was harsh unloving words. Ways of beheading him were very common among the members here.

She didn’t have to be brilliant to understand where he was going with this. They were going to refuse her such a stallion not only because of who she was, but whose horse she had gained loyalties with. It all screamed wrong to them.

“What does that have to do with me?” Knowing he’d not leave till he got what he came for, Siana decided to play the dumb female role. He’d be expecting nothing less from the daughter of a traitor.

“The Kin to Marco will not be appealing in the least to see you set up so high, they will most likely request him to be returned from once he came.” Watching without movement the male seemed to be studying Siana’s reaction.

“I find that to be one with a simple mind, without room for improvement” Siana watched as his eyes lightened to words, almost as though he wished to crack a smile across lightly pink lips.

“And if you were told we’d take him out from under you?” He asked looking more interested in what she had to say than the horse itself. Siana moved one hand to the mane touching the stallions withers, heels lowered as her head moved a little more towards him.

To her movements the grey lifted from his food, ears pinned way back. His tail swished annoyed taking a powerful step forward, the eyes daggering into the male from over his stall door.

“I wish you luck” Siana replied, voice turned dark with her fury. Slightly his lips pulled to one side, allowing that of a hint of smirking to be shown.

“We shall see.” With nothing more to speak of, he withdrew leaving Siana’s stomach tighter than a knot.

(I have to do some work today, but I thought I would give you lovies a little more to read. Might try and post more tonight. ^0^ happy reading)