Hoshor Plains Glide

Its a great post! Awww hope you feel better! ...Also I'll replace the italicized text with Dorthraki when I find a good translator :V

Only a few moments passed before the strong and rugged outline of Rakharo made itself known, just as Vitihi predicted. The Khal would not stray too far from his Khalasar or the bison herd, though she had yet to lay eyes upon the latter. The scents of her people were strong near the camp... and even though the young maiden longed to rush back into the arms of her tribe, she held her ground and awaited the approaching man. She stood perfectly still, posture neutral and relaxed as he advanced to inspect her figure. Though her orange gaze drifted away with respect, she couldn't help but steal a glimpse of the young Khal out of her peripheral. He was an intimidating warrior, a good head taller than herself, and well cut. The deep shade of his face intensified the vivid color of his eyes in a powerful way — truly a destined Dotharan Khal if she had ever seen one.

Though his presence was assertive, the young Silakeesi did not shrink away from his meticulous inspection. Even if she was of the softer variety, no proud Dotharan woman deigned to cower like a slave. "M'athchomaroon," she said with a calm inflection, "My father has sent me to run with you, great Khal."