She cut a look at her sister, s'jira over her shoulder. The end of long rein was used to slap against the horse's right flank. Her mount bolted forward to leave Se'vrasi's younger, gentler sister behind.
S'jira laughed and shook her head. They had been sitting atop their horses in the glen, talking of the homelands when the sudden want to run her horse had come over Se'vrasi. The day had warmed, but barely enough to keep any thought of snow away. She pulled her old cloak about self put her booted feet against Trygg's ribs and he lurched forward.
Trygg did not care if it was raining, snowing, or the heat of summer. The run was what he had been pawing against the ground for the last half hour's time. The large horse's hooves thundered against the frozen ground, kicking up clumps of dirt and dead grass that was layered with snow.
The small woman leaned a little forward, feeling his mane brush her cheeks. Trygg's long strides quickly caught up with Se'vrasi and her horse. And by the time they were near the tree that stood near the frozen little lake, 'jira was laughing aloud.
"That beast is too big for you. It's better for a gardent."
And s'jira smiled all the more at her perturbed flesh and blood who was glaring at her. "This is known, but he was a gift from Panther. Trygg is strong and never tires in the carrying of this form.." The large, black horse beneath s'jira shifted his weight, just to turn and look at the other horse. 'jira passed a tender hand against his equine neck.
Se'vrasi snorted her her. "Or something to eat."
"Se'vrasi..." A worried look touched her gaze. At times, s'jira could not be certain if her sister would do what was suggested. Se'vrasi had ways about her to unnerve the best, strongest warriors.
She dismissed s'jira's protest that a meal or more should be made from Trygg. "I will remain in these lands a while longer."
The small one looked up from the leather covered front of her own saddle. Lips parted, a couple of times before she could find the courage for the asking. "May it be known...will you be hunting here?"
To that, Se'vrasi tossed her dark, long hair that was full of braids. If anyone looked upon the women, they would never guess they were of the same blood, that they were sisters. One was fierce and could kill as well as any gardent among the Llothgarian warriors. And the other was gentle, timid, and cared too much for others to the point of putting self last in almost everything.
S'jira admired her sister's strength and marveled at some ways and unsteadied by others.
"I have already been hunting, s'jira." A grin was flashed at her younger sister and led the way from the quiet glen without any further details or explanation.