Damson
It had been a beautiful day for a run. With the grass having been still wet from last nights rains, Damson could count on each powerful thrust of his legs to send up a glistening shower of dew. The earth smelled sweet, and the gentle breeze was just the right kind of cool. Pleasures of an earth-bound run. And this excitement hadn't been his alone, it had been shared. Gloriana had played her part well, riding easily in her saddle and swinging one of the knight's sword as easily as a farmer with a scythe. Her inaccuracy did not concern Damson, in fact it pleased him. It only meant they would need to continue practicing together. After all, if she was going to be a mighty chosen one, she would need to know how to fight from atop a proper steed.
Now Damson watched his rider across the field, now on foot, sparring with the same blade against one of her companions. The frisean liked Gloriana's retinue. They respected him for who he was, a first rate horse of war. He could always expect a treat and a pat whenever Gloriana led him around. Now, he couldn't say the same for that old wizard who insisted on staying around. That crazy coot had a one track mind, and that was for Gloriana's pet dragon. Of course, he had been the one who pulled this band of warriors together, so perhaps he did have a reason for being there. But that didn't mean Damson had to like him. All this insistence on referring to her as a dragon rider, pah! Gloriana rode horses, not silly winged lizards. That reptile couldn't lift Gloriana if she tried, even with her surprising growth spurts. She had to stop growing soon. Damson was sure of it.
Where was Echelon anyway? Damson took a bite of grass, chewing it softly. Probably jumping on rabbits again. Honestly, he couldn't give two figs about her whereabouts. As long as she didn't embarrass Gloriana again.