(Reserved For DeathsAngel)
Keara slowly opened her eyes and looked out her window; the sun could barely be seen for the horizon hid most of the sun. In a matter of hours it would soon rise far above the horizon and with it bringing another day. She shook her head a little to wake herself up while pulling the covers back and swinging her legs over the bed. As her warm feet touched the ground it was met with the cool floor beneath her feet. She stretched a little before completely getting off the bed and briskly walked over to wash her face. The cold water woke her up instantly; she was now fully alert and ready for today’s events.
She had been looking forward to meeting Malken once again; it was the only thing that was on her mind when she wasn’t working. Although they were not under normal circumstances that would be described as a date it was still nice to see him once again. Even if she was going there for sword lessons and he had clearly stated that he did not like the sport she hoped that he company would change his mind and hopefully he would enjoy it.
She briskly walked over to her cabinet and swung open the doors, inside lay her Rangers clothing or what some people called a Rangers uniform. She first tied her hair back into a pony-tail too keep her hair out of her eyes. She quickly put on her pants that were dyed in light brown color; she then quickly slipped on her top half which was also dyed the same color, she slipped on her leather boots and finally her cloak that was colored in shades of green and grey mixed together. She grabbed her quiver and tied it to her back and her bow she threw over her shoulder as well as her throwing knives that were tied around her waist. She then grabbed the sword that was hanging on her door and fastened it to her left hip before walking down stairs.
Thomas was already waiting at the table for her as she came down the stairs, he had to admit she was one of the few rangers that looked good with a sword, and he gave a slight smile towards his daughter. Keara could see that he as well was dressed up in his rangers garb as well with the many metals pinned to his cloak. She stopped and looked at him with curious eyes wondering what he was up too; Thomas spoke to her in joyful voice.
“I’m coming with Keara, it’s not everyday I get to see my daughter in action.”
Keara rolled her eyes and said nothing, she started to walk to the door and she heard her father’s footsteps. She gave a slight smile towards him, she would enjoy him coming to watch her and maybe it would loosen this protective hold he had on her. It would show him that she could defend herself when it came to fighting in hand to hand combat. She whistled for her horse and he came running across the field with due speed, she swung herself onto her horse.
“Fine you can come but I might take Malken riding afterwards and I want some alone time with him … and that means no following. Besides it wouldn’t kill you to make friends with someone that wasn’t a Ranger.”
Thomas nodded before calling for his horse as well; he would respect her wishes since he knew she wouldn’t do anything stupid with the boy. He swung himself up on his horse before nodding to Keara that he was ready to leave. She dug her heels in Weunut and he went full speed into a gallop with her father right behind. She loved how the wind hit flowed past her like nothing, soon enough she would be at Malken’s.
As she neared his house she whispered in her horse’s ear and he gave a burst of extra speed, jumping over the stone fence with relative ease. She looked back to see her fathers horse scarcely making it over the wall as well. She pulled back on the reins a little to slow him down as she saw Malken and his father on there beautiful deck, Weunut slowed down to a trot before stopping and rising on his two back legs then pounding in the ground with his front feet.
She patted her horse on the neck before swinging herself off and talking in Gaelic to her horse, he trotted over to the grass area that was away from the house and began to munch on it with delight. Her father pulled up beside her his face a little pale; he motioned his horse to join Keara’s before speaking to her.
“Never do that again, I almost fell off the bloody horse when he jumped over the fence. Good morning to both of you Sir Belron, Lord Malken. I decided to come with it’s not everyday I get to see my daughter in action.”
He gave a cheery smile to both of them and Keara rolled her eyes towards her father, she looked towards Malken with a smile on her face and unsheathed her sword with lightening speed and twirled it in her hand.
“I’m ready if you are Malken, but don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”
She gave a smile towards Malken, she would surely enjoy this and she hoped that he would as well.
