Zenzi's Literatures

The sound of stomping hooves and snorts woke her even out of a rather deep sleep. Something had her stallion riled, and that was typically signaled the appearance of a stranger. Zenzi was out of bed in a second, stance low and creeping soft-footed to the side of her front-facing window. Against the seal leaned her bow, which she grabbed and strung an arrow even before peaking out. Early daylight and a soft breeze drifted into the small abode. A shrill whinny from her horse, Balius, had her quickly looking out and it showed her four men outside her home, one with his own bow ready to fire on Balius. The war-minded horse stomped and shoved his chest against the fence, attention trained on the man.