13 Lochley's Horse Market

Gavadiol picked his way over the hilly path very carefully. Not because his horse could not handle the terrain. Far from it. On the contrary, the beast was extremely surefooted. As surefooted as a goat. His father had bred them carefully. He smirked again at the ridiculous excuse to keep him from going to town. A new horse at the market. The man in the horse market would pay a fortune just to rent a couple from their own place if he ever came to know of their capabilities. No, Gavadiol was not scared of his horse's ability. He was not rushing because he was enjoying the day. His birthday. All of nature seemed to be celebrating the day with him. Flowers bloomed in all shades of colour from pink, to purple, to red, to yellow. The sky was completely clear and gloriously blue. Not a single cloud to be seen. The air was cold but Gavadiol revelled in it. He did not know what to expect from his visit to the town. All he knew was that he wanted to go. His father had confirmed to him what he