The larger stallion dipped his skull as Aralyn spoke he hadn't seen much of her in some time so he raced to her and noticed one mare watching him. He listened to the conversation noting changes in tone and pitches he couldn't understand them but he pushed his nose to Aralyn's chest still weary of the male he swished his tail the threads hitting the male in the face hopefully a little picking a little in a way to get him away from Aralyn he was getting protective.

She smiled faintly as Inferno finally came forth. "Ah, here is my big boy." Darkness had near fallen but still a sliver of light was seen. Aralyns eyes narrowed and she moved to Inferno's side grabbing hold of a fist full of his mane she leaped up onto his back and nudged him forth. "Come on big guy. We're gonna see what you can do." Jumps were laid out for him, each one taller then the last. The last fence was at a high 4'6 but Aralyn did not know if he would be able to jump that and intended to stop him before they reached it. Opening the gate she nudged him forth, trusting him for she had no saddle or bridle to hold him back with. "Lets go!" She said to him urging him towards the first jump, a mere foot off the ground.

Conan smiled without teeth as Inferno came to Aralyn, and stepped aside to allow her to mount. The jumping would do her good, clear her mind of evil things. He stepped back and pushed up with his arms to rest atop the fence, watching.

The phantom wasn't surpised with his lady's sudden mount he was still and calm only for her. Anyone else and he was a hellion. They had seen him in action once he shook his skull as the picture of that man still haunted him. He felt the urge and heavy muscules pushed him into action a steady trot form strong and sturdy nearing the small jump. He front feet picked up and folded under him and his back feet pushed off with more room than needed to spare. With a loud snort he asked for something higher.

Her smile was bright and warm. She patted his massive shoulder and urged him on, towards a higher pole. Two and a half feet this one, As they cantered towards it she counted the beats. One, two, three, squeeze She used her legs to urge him up and over although she knew he didn't need it.

Conan watched them, smiling just a tad as the stallion seemed almost to explode with impatience to go higher. He shook his head just a bit, thinking what a spirited thing Inferno was, and how well he matched Aralyn and brought out her more cheerful side. This was good, he thought, and blessed Inferno a thousand times over for helping his friend forget her troubles for a few minutes.

The hueless titan followed his lady's cues seeing the second jump still not as high as he would like to go but he wouldn't disobey her. Pistons worked in a rythmic beat and she felt her squeaze fore talons leaved the loam as he heaved up the feeling for soaring was waht he loved the most. He had always loved to jump. How many times had he jumped the fence at the labs? Too many to count. He had been too much to handle and now look at him calm as a kitty cat in his master's lap. He wanted to show his lady he could jump but didn't want to unseat her so he let her guide him her gentle touchs barely noticable but there no the less to guide him in what she wanted.

A wide smile spread across her lips. Gently she laid a hand on his neck, guiding him around the steadily growing jumps. She ignored them and went for the highest, the 4'6. "Sounds of wanting, now your haunting me." She murmered softly to the stallion and herself. "Ready, one two, three." She squeezed his sides a bit as they came near the jump and she waited in anticipation for the moment of freedom where together, they would soar.

He was where he wanted to be and he saw the highest jump his gaze looked on it then moved to the fence which was high more demanding he shifted his weight back though pushing with urge to sprout wings and fly he was over the jump the moment grand then his hooves touched the lands again and he moved away from the jump his eyes on the fence he prayed his lady stayed one as he neared it was taller then the jump by a foot maybe an inch or two give or take and as he neared he took his gallop more in check as determined the best awy to take it then they had lift off again. His fore limbs curling under him and he soared he was were he wanted to be. Landing again he pranced away off then turned to look at what he had did pride in his eyes.. He turned his nape back to make sure his lady was there and nuzzled her foot.

A pair of chocolate eyes watched every move as Aralyn ran her horse through his paces. As he jumped the last fence, she permitted herself a low whistle. Being a trader, she knew a fine horse when she saw one, and was impressed.

She tapped her fingernails against that plain brass cap and strode forward silently out of the shadows, the bead-trimmed braids swinging. They were tied back from the face today, a crimson strip of cloth holding the unruly waist-length hair in place as the matching beads clicked rythmically. Still silent, Freya waited to be noticed.

Breathless laughter escaped her as the massive stallion stopped. She reached out and pet his his face gently when her eyes slid up and found Freya. Recognition flickered in her eyes but she said nothing as she sat up, straight and tall. Softly she spoke to the other woman "Is there something I can help you with?" Although her words were cold, it was nothing personal. Freya had seen Aralyn at her worst and the young woman hated that fact. Aralyn was a proud person, yes very proud. Having been seen as weak made the other the enemy, it was there fault.

The albino brute tossed his skull about happily then he caught the sudden stiffness upon his back and the cold tone in his lady's eyes. Orbs searched and landed upon the new female and orbs grew a little spark for dagger pawed the loam below him muscles rippling beneath his well kept coat that showed some scars from past fights. Nares expanded the the wind rushed resulting in a warning snort not to come closer.

If the dark-haired girl was startled by the coldness in Aralyn's voice, nothing showed on the bronze face. However her chin drew up just a notch and her grip readjusted on the shaft of her staff, eyes flashing. Freya had her own pride, just as deep and feirce as Aralyn's.

The soft voice was just loud enough to carry as she spoke. >B?I come to see that you are well, khenemset. I am gratified to see that you are. And the chocolate eyes turned to the boy perched atop the fence, voice still soft. Friend of yours?

The red-haired teen heard the note of steel in Aralyn's voice, though he could not guess at it's source. Glaring openly at this dark-haired stranger, he hopped down from the fence and came to stand on Aralyn's other side, scowling. Might be. And what business is it a' yours, anyway?

Her eyes flickered for a moment, of what it was uncertain. Softly she spoke. "Aye, he is my brother." She had changed her voice, now an accent plauged it. Slipping from the ivory hued stallion, she landed firmly on the ground beside him, petting his hueless toned bodice. She offered him a sugar cube, a special treat she had held in her pocket for him after their minor work out. Her hands began roaming over his body, checking him over. Hadn't even broken a sweat she thought with pride. "Good boy.....Good boy." She murmered softly to the stallion.

Freya watched the two, her face still that mask, though she longed to scowl in puzzlement. It was Aralyn's spoken word that made her smile a bit, though it was in an ironic way. Too close to a lie, that. Brother he may be, but not by blood anymore than I might be your sister by blood, khenemset. Even at my age, I can tell that if you are blood related, it is by a very distant measure. No closer than a third cousin, I'd wager, but if I had to lay money on it I'd say he's not a blood relative at all.

She let that little smile linger before it faded into nothingness as she spoke again. Now why don't you tell me why you are so keen to drive me away today, khenemset? Have I done something to upset you?

"Why whatever do you mean, mon ami?" Once again her accent changed, making it near impossible to judge where she was originally from. Her hands slid up through Inferno's mane, untangling it. "This is a farm of peace, no one is turned away." Pride, through and through. She would have met Conan's eyes over Infernos back if she could, but products of being jockey size it was impossible to do so. She wasn't angry just....Bitter.

The sardonic smile was back, though the tone remained cool and mildly interested. I have no idea why I ought to think that, khenemset. I've been naught but kind to you, and now I come to see as to your health, and you speak as though I might be a stranger, or worse, a kaq. No idea what might have put that thought in my head. If you want me to leave, I wish you'd be plain about it and not dance about the point. The voice remained polite, but the eyes slipped back behind the mirrors again, cold and distant.

the hunter took the sugar cube and munched happily thorns still upon the unknown female but his bodice relaxed as his lady checked him out. With a happy snort he bumped playful into her should with his nose with a look that read what no more

She giggled as Inferno bumped her shoulder and she ran a hand over his velvety muzzle. As Freya spoke a look of pure innocence came across her pretty little face. "Why, mon ami. I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about. I do not mind you being here, just as I don't mind Conan being here. You are not Kaq, but a friend." Her voice was sugar sweet and placating but her eyes were still cold behind that innocent mask.

The hard chocolate eyes never changed, and the blank face she held became hard around the edges. She had not come to be taunted and lied to, and she was a proud person herself. Her voice maintained its neutrality though, as she spoke next. Begging your pardon, khenemset, but if you don't mind my saying so, I prefer you down and drunk to up and lying. Good day. And she very slowly turned and moved away, soon disappearing through the trees with a last click of beads.

Aralyns eyes narrowed dangerously, but before she could retort the girl was gone. Angrily she began to rub down her stallion, but her hands were gentle on him as a cool mask came over her face. As she finished she took hold of the stallions mane and lightly tugged, pulling him lightly back into the pasture. She whistled calling Psyche to her. As the mare ran forth, she fisted her hands in the mares mane and pulled herself up. Coming past Conan now, she grabbed a rifle that she always kept near the gates. It was only for warning shots, the woman was not a killer. "I'll be back soon. I need to go for a ride." She lay the rifle in her lap and urged the midnight hued mare forward, heading to the tall grass prarie.

Soon, three shots were heard. Then three more. Something was wrong at the Prarie.