Snippet #1743104

Prince Tristan had been peacefully hunting in the forest, until he had gone to go retrieve his kill. When he turned back to look at his horse it was already galloping off into the trees, clearly forgetting all of it's ground-tying training. The young prince groaned, running a hand through his messy brown hair and then throwing down his arrow and running after the bay horse that was skillfully weaving it's way through the trees, carrying all of his food, water and packs. He swore that horse was laughing at him right now...

Tristan knew his father would tell him this was all his fault, and that didn't help because he already felt like a moron, running out of the trees and into the town, the bays shoes clicking on the stone, his own footfalls echoing behind it. He was tired from running so long through the woods, "I'll pay whoever can catch that horse!" He said, almost face-planting around a corner as the bay shot around a fruit stand.