Update on the Precious

Aside from occasionally crawling into dark spaces and muttering "It came to me. My own. My Precious," while stroking my new saddle, life is going on pretty much as usual.

Well. If usual means basically liquidating the entire tack hoard to pay for the precious.

haven't shipped the actual soul yet

Every once in a while, I cringe a little and think about trying to keep something

cough gollum cough

But the fat hobbit, she knows. Eyes always watching.

Mustn't ask us, not it's business. Noooooo.

See, as I create invoices for the latest lovely thing to find a new home, I look at pictures of me riding my green(ish) horse on his first out of the year.

And instead of feeling like butter scraped over too much bread, I see an open hip angle and a solid leg. The precious isn't the bridles or the boots or linen collection. It's the saddle.

yes in tails

I found it, I did. A way to get the saddle. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles.