Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002

Watching the mighty horses gallop by,
one immediately catches the sorceress' eye.
A black stallion, his bearing majestic,
his strides show strenght, he is fantastic!

Drieske's eyes gleam with love and pride,
ah, to have a horse like that at her side...
She stretches out her hand, holds very still
and gently probes the stallion's will.

Patiently waiting, then the beauty draws near,
his ears pricked forward, shining eyes clear.
His noble head forward, the nostrils flare...
does he smell her hand, does he dare?

MiLord Ayslhyn holds his breath and whispers "no,
be very careful of this one, this will not go
Tempest is wild MiLady, he has never been tamed,
he can be hostile, his targets are well aimed."

But then the horse softly neighs and shakes his mane,
his eyes lock with Drieske's, it looks like a bane.
Unable to stop, in a trance the lady draws near,
she touches his head lightly and shows no fear.

The world is distant as their two minds unite,
the small sorceress and the big stallion, what a sight.
Drieske climbs the fence and jumps in the corral,
Tempest prances around, he is under a spell.

The sorceress steps forward and caresses his neck,
then salutes him, before climbing on his back.
Together they move, just a slight touch will do
and the rest stands and stares, they don't have a clue.

Glowing the halfelf looks up and laughs at her mate
"No man should use force on a creature this great,
feeling, intuition and love make him understand,
while against brutal force he will always fend.

My friends, Oh Gunnar, my Knight, I can't wait now
let us proceed on our quest, we must find that lady somehow.
I want to feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face!"
then she leans over and gives her Tempest a thankful embrace.