"That would be fine," Talia replies to his offer of arranging the ceremony. She wonders how much knows about elven culture. "I would like to the traditional hand fastening, if it is alright by you. As well a tree planting." She follows his lead up hill to the stables. Once they top the crest of the hill and a rolling green field fenced in with wood poles painted white comes into sight. She gives a high pitched whistle, watching as several of the grazing horses raise their heads. But only one whinys and breaks into a gallop.<br/><br/>Ahazl is an excellent example of breeding. Slim but well muscled, gentle and kind, but protective of his rider. His  beautiful white tail and mane stream out behind him as he draws close to them. His ears are perked up and his eyes bright. He nudges Talia's free hand for attention. He had not seen his companion of a few years for a few days.