The beginning of winter had started to make itself known, Showing in the patches of frost that had begun to appear in the early hours. But when the sun made its appearance over the mountains in the distance, it quickly fled, leaving behind thousands of diamond dew drops glittering across the landscape. It was beautiful, no one could deny it, and as a shaggy coated black horse stepped through The last patch of grass before the Town square, Scattering the droplets from the blades, his rider couldn't help but cast one last look over the serene field. He sighed wistfully, gently patting the strong neck of his mount, Gathering up the reins as he turned the horse around towards his destination. "Winter is just around the corner, my friend." He said softly, reaching up to adjust the dark green cloak across his shoulders tighter to his neck.
He Was a young man, Barely broken over the threshold of his twenties, And had a strong, beautiful, and graceful build to his body. His hair was thick, straight, And a silvery blonde in color, cut just short enough to not fall into his eyes. Below similarly light eyebrows, a pair of vivid blue eyes Observe the world around them with intense curiosity and a hint of something that could be described as apprehension. A dusting of freckles provided a minimal contrast to his pale Face as they scattered across the bridge of his nose and followed the line of his cheeks. In short, he was handsome and the quintessential example of what any Morgan Should be.
With a loud snort that created a fog Of white, his stallion tossed His black head and came to an abrupt halt, Nostrils flared and ears Forward. On his back, Edward Morgan's Head tilted slightly and a puzzled expression blossomed onto his face. For a moment, he attempted to gently coax his horse To continue forward, clicking his tongue and squeezing his legs. But when he continued to receive only short whickers In response and a very evident prancing backwards, He held still and let his gaze Flicker around uncertainly. Nothing odd appeared to be out of place immediately, but his horse remained adamant, even planting his hooves and refusing to budge another inch. Edward found himself hesitating as his gaze finally landed on the brightly colored tent to his right that they had halted in front of, his curiosity peaking acutely. He had always been so intrigued by the gypsies, Ever since he had gotten lost in the city at a young age and had been protected by a small troupe until his flustered parents had found him. ..
Something almost seemed to be tugging at him to get down from his horse, His muscles responding to the impulse even before he could gather together his thoughts, Drawing him towards the flap of the tent. Hesitating with his fingers outstretched, Edward finally grasped the fabric between his fingers and pulled it open, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. His heart in his throat, his eyes were instantly drawn to the flame of hair of the young woman sitting on a plush pillow, a small kitten arching into her fingers. He swallowed impulsively as she looked in his direction, his back straightening automatically. "Good morning Lady." He managed to say in a gentle rolling accented timber, preforming a small half bow.