Entry #11

House Equus mounted an equitation exhibition today-- no pun intended. Ten of their greatest riders-- including Lord Chiron, Lord Euryton, and Lady Hylonome-- put their steeds through their paces for the edification of the Courts. Two were mounted on unicorns, four on pegasi, and four on kelpies.

The steeds danced-- there's no other word for it-- and the precision with which they moved brought tears to the eyes of many. Rider and beast moved as one. Thought as one, I daresay.

The Courts exist in a state of pure beauty. Watching the riders... I noticed Lord Edmund on the dais. He was one of those who wept at the perfection before them. He's never seen anything like this, I realized, and pity almost drove me to tears, too.

If events had turned out differently, I might have been a noble. Or a king. And I would never have seen anything half as beautiful as this morning's impromptu performance. Not a quarter as beautiful.

How can anyone live anywhere but here? How do the mortals bear it?