Later, Sohalia would look back ruefully on this moment as one that should never have happened. What kind of idiot trusted a horse made of water, much less tried to mount it? As it was, in the moment, she could only think of trying to get away from its flying hooves. Her hands scrabbled for purchase in the water, her feet flailing in the shallows to push herself back and away from the beast.
Sohalia resigned herself to the fact that this was it - this was how she was going to die. She was far too young, and far too unprepared, but that was that. It was now beyond her control.
But then a different creature bounded between the mist-horse and the young woman. The water beneath her moved, dragging the Ceffyl Dŵr away from Sohalia and distracting it long enough for her to scramble ungracefully to her feet. Completely disoriented, she took a few stumbling steps backwards, away from the water and the fight that was now taking place there.
Sohalia resigned herself to the fact that this was it - this was how she was going to die. She was far too young, and far too unprepared, but that was that. It was now beyond her control.
But then a different creature bounded between the mist-horse and the young woman. The water beneath her moved, dragging the Ceffyl Dŵr away from Sohalia and distracting it long enough for her to scramble ungracefully to her feet. Completely disoriented, she took a few stumbling steps backwards, away from the water and the fight that was now taking place there.
