Headwoman

Adel Harbinger waited outside her office and watched the approaching figure gallop towards her. Out of all the jobs that the Head woman had, this was surely the worst. Slim hands twisted her fine silken skirt nervously, until she realised what she was doing and stopped. It wouldn't do to show her feelings in front of this person. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her once dark hair, which was now tinged with grey. Old age catches up even to half-elves, she reflected.

Her attention returned to the visitor, who was galloping down the centre of the street with scant regard for any others who may be there. The few villagers out in the early morning air ran for cover as the rider approached, some literally diving out of the way.

The black horse slowed as it closed, pulling up next to her in a cloud of dust, making her cough. The red eyes of the beast seemed to glare at her, and it snorted contemptuously as she lifted her head in defiance.