The Arch Wilder
Stretching out a bit, Vulpesen let out a yawn as he rested a bit more on the large tail was was wrapped around his waist, ensuring that the didn't fall off the back of his mount. Over the years, he had found that one of the most relaxing past times he could partake in, was a serene ride though the Veran forests, that is, if you knew how to avoid the impending death around every corner. Acid spitting Zipher, and man eating Teradins notwithstanding, the wind through his hair and the beauty of the towering green trees set his soul at ease.
What was more enjoyable than the scenery however, was his company. Behind him, he was acutely aware of a miss [member="Ra'a'mah"] Numare, seated on Shadows back. So often the Valde's life had been business. Allocating VSF resources, organizing work within the Dark Hand, and running a planet left one with little time for a vacation. Still, seeing a gap in his schedule, Vulpesen had acted quickly inviting the lovely woman behind him onto Veradune for a bit of R&R before his advisors could find something to fill the empty timeframe with.
What was more enjoyable than the scenery however, was his company. Behind him, he was acutely aware of a miss [member="Ra'a'mah"] Numare, seated on Shadows back. So often the Valde's life had been business. Allocating VSF resources, organizing work within the Dark Hand, and running a planet left one with little time for a vacation. Still, seeing a gap in his schedule, Vulpesen had acted quickly inviting the lovely woman behind him onto Veradune for a bit of R&R before his advisors could find something to fill the empty timeframe with.