The morning was bright and clear and perfect-and a great change from last night’s thunderstorm. She hated thunderstorms, they always made her parents unhappy. The noise didn’t help, but she’d never admit to that bit.
Riding was, technically, one of Saffron’s lessons, same as music and math and reading. Still, it was better for everyone if she had a really good reason to go out. And most of the time she did. A message, or some herb her mother needed, or anything really, all that mattered was that she had a real reason to be out and about.
Today, she nothing better to offer up than a case of itchy feet.
Oh, she knew her parents would be mad, and the peacekeepers even worse, but it was the sort of day that was too wonderful to be cooped up. Even with a horse-well, pony-she didn’t have to be terribly sneaky. The same satchel that carried books and messages could carry yarn and a bit of a snack.
So, when she saw the downed limb and the break in the fence, realized it would be big enough for one small girl and her horse, Saffron didn’t think twice before slipping through. After all, there was no one around to see, and it wasn’t as if she was doing anything really bad-just riding. And she could always tell Daddy when she got back. She would ride to the river and back, and no one would ever know.
The forest was beautiful, so very different from the orchards, and she didn’t have the sense to be afraid. Her world was one of safety and relative comfort, that didn’t translate into danger, even in dappled forest light. The horse moved smoothly under her, hooves barely making a sound in the duff lulling the girl into a sort of half-doze. The peace was shattered when the horse squealed, shying and tossing it's blonde head, and throwing Saffron squarely into a patch of brambles in the process. Polyvore