At first, I just laid back on the door, sighing, but then I realized that Lyanna left through a different door than DeLane, which made me wonder where it led.
I stood up, slowly made my way to the door on the opposite side of the room, and hesitantly opened the wooden door.
There was a comfortable-looking bed on the right of the room, a small desk with a large bowl and a pitcher on it at the end of the bed, a table in the center of the room with several unrecognizable fruits in a small bowl, and a small wardrobe on the left. There were also several windows, but none I could fit through, although Lyanna must have, because she wasn't anywhere in sight.
The first thing I did upon opening the door was climbing up on the bed to look through the small window. I was on ground level, and I was facing a rock wall, making it impossible to see where I was, so I rushed to the other side of the room where there was another window beside the wardrobe.
I could see a lot more through this window, but not of what I was looking for. There was a huge field with beautiful grass and several trees, a large river running through it originating from a gorgeous waterfall running off a cliff about a mile away, and in between the hut and the mountain were hundreds of horses, most likely wild, since they weren't fenced in and there were no saddles nearby.
Since the hut seemed so deserted, I decided to attempt to leave, and so I quickly left the bedroom, and entered the main room. The moment I reached the front door, I hesitated. The man said it was safer for me to stay here. Did ‘here’ mean the hut, or this area?
I pondered for a moment, but I decided that even if it were safer inside the hut, I’d rather go outside where there was danger than stay inside where it was safe, so I opened the door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind me.
There were no people around, nor were there any other buildings of any kind. But only moments after I stepped outside, a brownish horse came running up to me and stopped inches from my face.
From far away, everything about this creature screamed ‘horse’, but I knew that horses’ faces were not exactly pretty. This creature’s breath smelled purely of vanilla, and its face was perfection, much like the stereotypical horse’s face would look like.
“Hi,” I said flatly.
It backed up a bit.
“Is it dangerous around here?” I asked the horse.
In response, it pawed at the ground a little, then shook its mane. I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out if it was trying to say something or not.
Deciding that there was no way a horse could communicate with me nor I with it, I turned my attention to the cliff face that the small house was only four feet away from.
It was huge, so tall that I couldn't see the top from the angle I was at. Trying to see the top, I started stepping backward while looking up. About thirty steps later, I found myself backing up into the side of a white horse with a few light and dark brown patches. Behind her was the river, and it looked like the horse had just stopped me from stepping into it.
I turned around, staring at the horse, and she looking at me. After a moment, I thanked the creature, and she neighed, almost nodding.
“Where are all the people?” I asked, mostly to myself.
At this, the horse trotted off, almost in response.
I stood up, slowly made my way to the door on the opposite side of the room, and hesitantly opened the wooden door.
There was a comfortable-looking bed on the right of the room, a small desk with a large bowl and a pitcher on it at the end of the bed, a table in the center of the room with several unrecognizable fruits in a small bowl, and a small wardrobe on the left. There were also several windows, but none I could fit through, although Lyanna must have, because she wasn't anywhere in sight.
The first thing I did upon opening the door was climbing up on the bed to look through the small window. I was on ground level, and I was facing a rock wall, making it impossible to see where I was, so I rushed to the other side of the room where there was another window beside the wardrobe.
I could see a lot more through this window, but not of what I was looking for. There was a huge field with beautiful grass and several trees, a large river running through it originating from a gorgeous waterfall running off a cliff about a mile away, and in between the hut and the mountain were hundreds of horses, most likely wild, since they weren't fenced in and there were no saddles nearby.
Since the hut seemed so deserted, I decided to attempt to leave, and so I quickly left the bedroom, and entered the main room. The moment I reached the front door, I hesitated. The man said it was safer for me to stay here. Did ‘here’ mean the hut, or this area?
I pondered for a moment, but I decided that even if it were safer inside the hut, I’d rather go outside where there was danger than stay inside where it was safe, so I opened the door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind me.
There were no people around, nor were there any other buildings of any kind. But only moments after I stepped outside, a brownish horse came running up to me and stopped inches from my face.
From far away, everything about this creature screamed ‘horse’, but I knew that horses’ faces were not exactly pretty. This creature’s breath smelled purely of vanilla, and its face was perfection, much like the stereotypical horse’s face would look like.
“Hi,” I said flatly.
It backed up a bit.
“Is it dangerous around here?” I asked the horse.
In response, it pawed at the ground a little, then shook its mane. I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out if it was trying to say something or not.
Deciding that there was no way a horse could communicate with me nor I with it, I turned my attention to the cliff face that the small house was only four feet away from.
It was huge, so tall that I couldn't see the top from the angle I was at. Trying to see the top, I started stepping backward while looking up. About thirty steps later, I found myself backing up into the side of a white horse with a few light and dark brown patches. Behind her was the river, and it looked like the horse had just stopped me from stepping into it.
I turned around, staring at the horse, and she looking at me. After a moment, I thanked the creature, and she neighed, almost nodding.
“Where are all the people?” I asked, mostly to myself.
At this, the horse trotted off, almost in response.
It took me a while, but I managed to back up enough (without falling into the river) to see the top of the mountain. Well, sort of. It was a bit foggy, and therefore hard to see the top, but it looked rather tall, perhaps a 14er. I also saw the lake that I had come from. The river came from a wonderful waterfall that was coming off of the cliff, wound through the field between the previous mountain, the one I was right next to, and a few others, and went down to create a huge lake, which ran off in four different directions.
“Well,” I said, to nobody in particular. “At least I’m stuck somewhere beautiful.”
“Well,” I said, to nobody in particular. “At least I’m stuck somewhere beautiful.”
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