Though Tjal bred for quickness and endurance, no horse could maintain such exertion for much longer and survive. Squinting against the blinding sun, now setting directly in front of them, she scanned the area that was losing some of the rolling hills and patches of trees to a flatter, grass laden plain. It wouldn’t be long before she entered the Enn. The thought filled her with both exhilaration and dread. Too long had she been away from her homeland living in the dysfunctional HuMan realms. She craved the logic and honor of the Tjal with its plainness of landscape, purpose and thought.She breathed deeply the warm air that was now mixed with the scent of the grass that was growing more abundantly and marked the beginnings of what would, in another half day’s ride, finally mark the boarders of her homeland. Suppressing a yawn, she hopped off her horse and walked along side it stretching the stiffness from her legs while giving her mount some deserved rest. She had spent almost two straight days in the saddle pressing her horse onward, anxious to complete her assigned task.
