The Beryl Stairs ©ped 3a Sweetbriar’s land was a stage. Every time he looked up from the corral he was either plugged with genteel questions about his quarters or witness to a picnic or an ad hoc concert of tinny, soup can instruments on the slant. He laughed at the boys with their guitar and horn, knowing they were accomplished and compelling men, but under the thresher of the southerlies they sounded like a garage sale in a twister. He’d prepared two mounts for the day, but no one took on the delight; they were either too timorous to take up the riding or too engrossed within the stages of their transmutation to fall back on the traditional whimsy. Sweetbriar assumed it was the latter, and he was determined to get more than one of his visitors saddle-topped before their days wrapped. He’d seen this before; by the end of the experience, many would transition to riding—it was their best way to return to the known world.
Ingrid Dives into the Cosmos
Ingrid Dives into the Cosmos
Ingrid Dives into the Cosmos
The Beryl Stairs ©ped 3a Sweetbriar’s land was a stage. Every time he looked up from the corral he was either plugged with genteel questions about his quarters or witness to a picnic or an ad hoc concert of tinny, soup can instruments on the slant. He laughed at the boys with their guitar and horn, knowing they were accomplished and compelling men, but under the thresher of the southerlies they sounded like a garage sale in a twister. He’d prepared two mounts for the day, but no one took on the delight; they were either too timorous to take up the riding or too engrossed within the stages of their transmutation to fall back on the traditional whimsy. Sweetbriar assumed it was the latter, and he was determined to get more than one of his visitors saddle-topped before their days wrapped. He’d seen this before; by the end of the experience, many would transition to riding—it was their best way to return to the known world.