Thank you for noticing, the stallion all but purred, arching his neck in teasing vanity as she wound between his slender legs. Your pelt is looking particularly shiny today as well. One good turn deserved another, after all, and Isuma peeped agreement as she leapt to the sky, circling above them as they began their journey.
Today he was leading them to the margins between field and forest, those twilit areas where the deer and luxere would sometimes come to paw at the drifts and dig down to where wheat and rye and corn had been harvested, seeking grains fallen in the harvest.
The Greatwood is beautiful, isn't it? he agreed, a pulse of appreciation for the living forest tickling along the bond. Who did you end up meeting? Gentle Tarasha, or warlike Alina? Fierce Delah or someone new? So many of his Fae friends had drifted into his life and then away again, and he never knew what had become of them in the fastness of their maze-like home. News of the spirit, too, had his large ears perking forward and he snorted, careful not to lose the gem in his mouth.
What kind of spirit? he asked cautiously, remembering his last conversation with Loren. What happened?
Today he was leading them to the margins between field and forest, those twilit areas where the deer and luxere would sometimes come to paw at the drifts and dig down to where wheat and rye and corn had been harvested, seeking grains fallen in the harvest.
The Greatwood is beautiful, isn't it? he agreed, a pulse of appreciation for the living forest tickling along the bond. Who did you end up meeting? Gentle Tarasha, or warlike Alina? Fierce Delah or someone new? So many of his Fae friends had drifted into his life and then away again, and he never knew what had become of them in the fastness of their maze-like home. News of the spirit, too, had his large ears perking forward and he snorted, careful not to lose the gem in his mouth.
What kind of spirit? he asked cautiously, remembering his last conversation with Loren. What happened?
