Snippet #1968448

Laughing he looked back at Aubrey as his pure white warhorse gallop down the dusty trail. He yells behind him, "You wish you could beat me. Last time was all luck. This time I will win and we will have to bow down to me as the winner" Brennidon smirks then turns around back towards the King's Landing. He flicks his mounts reins to increase the speed of the beast and leans in his head closer to the white mane of the warhorse. His thickly furred grey cloak, a symbol of the Grey Guards, bellows the speeding wind.

It seemed a blur as his sister and him raced through the outskirts until them cam near the gates into the man city. He was still leading, but Aubrey's horse is slowly creeping up upon him. Brennidon prayed to the Old Gods that they would let him win. To his excitement Brennidon came to the gates with Aubrey just on his heels, again Brennidon prayed thanks to the Old Gods as he slowed down his steed to a trot and finally to a complete stop. Triumphantly he turned to his sister and exclaimed, "Nice race my sister, but this time Brey I won. I think a good break from our saddles would do us good from our race. Do you want to take a walk the rest of the way to the keep. We can meet father there" Smoothly and effortlessly he demounts from his steed.