A Chance Meeting

Lindsey rode slowly on a dark brown horse, her Khopesh slung over her shoulder, her shield attached to the horse via several leather straps. She rarely went far without her weapon or shield, Lindsey wore a black riding hat, along with black riding trousers, a dark grey t-shirt and dark brown leather riding boots. Lindsey could ride horses quite well though she preferred to be on foot as it allowed herself to use her Khopesh more effectively, as it was primarily a slashing weapon, from a horse it limited her method of attack. It was rather difficult to use via horse back, especially if she held a shield on her other arm.

She quite enjoyed horse riding, it allowed her some peace and quiet. Also it allowed her to be taller than Sawyer which was a rarity. To Lindsey it made a nice change to be able to look down to Sawyer rather than up at her constantly. Lindsey made the horse move into a sprint rather than a slow trot. The pair moved swiftly around the arena, the sun wasn't very high in the sky it was still early.
Lindsey enjoyed the silence, particularly since her cabin was empty, currently she represented the entire Nemesis cabin mostly because she happened to be the last Nemesis child at Camp Half-Blood.
Secretly she missed her half brothers and sisters, but would not admit such a thing except to probably Sawyer who happened to be her best friend and the person she trusted the most.
Lindsey's trust well... Was a rather fickle thing, she struggled to trust others, Sawyer represented possibly everyone at the Camp Half-Blood that she trusted.

Lindsey heard someone ride up next to her and turned her head. She spotted Falko, she didn't really know her too well, she happened to be outside of Lindsey's usual circle of friends. That circle had been greatly diminished since she became the last remaining member of Nemesis.
Last Half Blood standing there.

"Yeah sure I don't see why not." Lindsey replied not really seeing why she couldn't ride with her. It would have been selfish to keep the entire place to herself. Besides perhaps a bit of company might be nice, Sawyer did say that Lindsey should try to make a few more friends. A difficult task to say the least, if the suggestion had come from anyone else other than Sawyer well she would have scoffed at them finding such a concept hilarious before halting her laughter and ending with a short no.

She wore a lot of make up compared to Lindsey who wore a Spartan amount, which was to say she wore none. What you see was what you get with her, Lindsey never bothered with make up, but she never complained when others chose to. They chose to wear it, she could not object to it. She respected their freedom to do it.
Falko wasn't too bad looking, Lindsey ran her eyes up and down her for a second taking her in. She appeared rather nice. Her hair was braided where as her own happened to be loose, as Lindsey had taken it out of the ponytail earlier so it now flowed down her neck and back, resting partially on her shoulders.

Lindsey replied after a moment's consideration. "Usually I am up early though I don't normally ride horses this early but the weather is nice so why not? What about you?" Lindsey had learnt to ride with some of the other Nemesis children, when she didn't represent them in their entirety.
It had been good to ride with all of her brothers and sisters, she easily imagined them back then riding into battle a powerful cavalry force. Of course, Lindsey still would have preferred to fight on foot, her weapon of choice was far more effective there.

She partly wondered what it would be like to see Falko without her hair braided with it fluttering down around her, moving softly in the breeze, not restricted like it was at the present. She shook herself, perhaps concerned that she may have been staring and inquired. "How long have you been at Camp Half-Blood for?"

"Ah yeah those dreams are always fun..." Lindsey commented. "A while now, I've been here for at least seven years I think perhaps more or less." She had her horse follow Falko so that they could still talk, she matched the other rider so far in terms of horse riding skill.

Lindsey accepted the paper and had been about to call out to Falko but she was gone, she left before she could say it. She let out a sigh and continued to ride around the arena.

OOC: Time skip to one or two days later? Where do you want to post?

OOC: Sure and erm... How do you feel to somewhere out of camp?

OOC: Like? New York? Vegas? Canada?

OOC: Yeah, lets go to Vegas!

OOC: You post first?

OOC: if you want me to?