Trustful: Day 7

Word Count: 42,007

Summary of Events:

Wolfgang went to check the ice thickness and ended up falling several times. Rosemarie treated his bruises and the two then proceeded to talk extensively about all manner of topics. Wolfgang went about his daily routine of working his mare so as to help keep her shoulder in good shape as it healed . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"With a rhythmic swinging, Feuer's head rose and lowered while moving from side to side as Wolfgang led her around the clearing. She was hardly limping now, which Wolfgang had to admit he was impressed by.

Considering how she'd been limping before, Wolfgang hadn't though that she would recover as quickly, but it might be that she would be in good health before the ice let go, which could allow them to actually possibly make their escape sooner, although he had to admit that he felt taking the river would be wise until they left the Black Mountains.

Wolfgang brought her to a stop and rubbed her shoulder gently. It felt like normal, so he wasn't sure that it was even still hurt, except that she did still seem to favour her leg.

Getting his saddle, he put it on her gently and then led her around again. The saddle didn't bother her at all. Wolfgang shifted his jaw as he led her around and wondered if he shouldn't consider trying to get on her.

He brought her to a stop again at the tree where his bedroll was. Taking hold of the pommel and cantle, Wolfgang hefted himself into the saddle. He saw Feuer's ears pin back at once and she shifted uncomfortably.

Quickly Wolfgang swung out of the saddle again and his mare relaxed. Obviously there was still pain there, but he might have to keep up getting in the saddle and just sitting there for however long Feuer would tolerate his presence there.

Arching her neck, Feuer touched her chin to her chest, then stretched out her neck and shook herself before snorting.

Wolfgang removed the saddle and let her go to graze her with Sturm, whose active pawing work was leaving places for his mother to graze, as her injured shoulder didn't really allow her to paw all that much for her own food.

Walking toward the trees that blocked his view of the river, Wolfgang saw motion out the corner of his eye and turned to see Rosemarie approaching again. She had a bundle with her that almost looked like a child.

"I thought you might like some of this," Rosemarie said, handing him the bundle. It was warm.

Wolfgang opened it and found that it was a rather freshly-baked herbed bread whose aroma left him fairly salivating. He had to enjoy some right away."

Pronunciations:

Feuer: f'oyer

Sturm: stirm