((*deep breath* And thus do I, after nearly a really long time, attempt to start one of these. As if I know what I'm doing.))
Tawny left the village in utter disgust. "Why do I even come out here? They're all tree-hugging losers who couldn't find their left hands with a torch and a map. If they even know how to read a map... I swear, we ought to just come out here and enslave the lot of them, save everyone some grief getting to that ore. Bunch o' pansies." She kicked at a duck. "Sometimes these Balancer guys can be worse than Travellers."
She sighed and untied a stolen mare. "Really ought to take the place..." Leading the mare over to a fallen tree, she clambered up and tried to remember how to keep her seat. "I hate horses. We need some better way to travel... mechanical. Mechanical is always better. Didn't I hear someone talking about carriages that can drive themselves?" The mare wuffled and tossed her head back, looking back at Tawny with one eye as if to say Why are you talking to yourself all alone in these woods?
Tawny glared back, baring teeth, and at just that moment the Wind rose. All the latent felt was extra weight on her head, but she wondered. What's up there? What am I when the Wind blows? Whatever it was, it scared the mare so badly that she fairly shot down the beaten trail. Tawny nearly choked the horse to keep her seat, but she was smiling in satisfaction. Anything that frightening, she thought, suits me just fine.
((...Okay, so it's what I applied with. But I don't know how else to start this, honest.))
