ReapersMenagerie

Eli stood in the stables, getting Nero ready for a ride. He was eager to go, knowing exactly what the saddle and bridle meant. She took him out daily when he wasn’t training or competing. She had just gotten him nearly ready when Beltane happened to pop into view, leading Nefertiti by the stables. Eli had never gotten along with the princess Sindow, as Nefertiti just didn’t seem to like her. Beltane must’ve seen her because he stopped and backpedaled into view. “You going for a ride?” “Yeah,” she answered, not really in the mood for company, but she didn’t want to seem rude either. She walked up with Nero in tow and Nefertiti immediately put her ears back and let out a snort, narrowing her eyes. Beltane glanced at her. “It’s like she knows he’s not of pure pedigree,” Beltane said in a joking manner, which immediately grated against Eli. “She’s a bitch,” Eli stated. “I was joking,” Beltane said quickly as Eli pulled herself up into the saddle and started away. He was quick to come

Out through the trees they went, taking their normal route. Beltane let Riley and Menkaure walk about freely, tracker collars on as they were the least likely to get up to something. He was riding Xerxes, who would definitely have a problem if something didn’t go his way. Beltane trusted him, but not enough to let the Sindow go freely. It was cloudy, go figure, but then suddenly it wasn’t. Very suddenly there was a silent blast of pinkish-white light and then warmth. Everything was an assault on his senses. His eyes blinded by bright pinks and reds. He could smell the intoxicating mix of chocolate and sugary confections. Beltane wasn’t quite sure where’d he’d gone, but Xerxes wasn’t having it. The Sindow pranced and growled and then threatened to roll Beltane off, but never went down. He quickly jerked his head around to see if Menk and Riley were there too. They were, Riley sniffing some massive heart shaped flower and Menk was rolling in a patch of pink grass. “Where in the

Josslyn had just taken Phelix out for a run. Run in Phelix terms anyway. He could barely be ridden, so she’d ended up taking him to one of the empty paddocks and letting him rampage around. The ground was wet and he was covered in mud up to his chin. Josslyn hadn’t fared too well either. Phelix had dove at her with excitement and she’d dove out of the way. On the way back to the barns, Phelix began to sniff something. She could see his nose wiggling. Cold, dirty, and tired, she just wanted to put him back. However, like most days, Phelix had other plans. He wasn’t listening to her prompting or her light tugging on the lead. Then, on the breeze, she got a whiff of what he’d been smelling. Cinnamon and baking things. No doubt Ragnar was whirling around the kitchen making double the confections that any of them could possibly eat in a lifetime. “That man and his goddamn cookies,” she muttered, “C’mon Phelix, I have treats for you in the barn.” Phelix let out a purr and took off