Lisce

Liscë halted his horse and tugged on the reigns of Limiriel’s enormous grey stallion. His own rowan mare shrank back as the giant horse came to a restless stop next to her. Chomping on his bit, the horse threw its head back with a snort. His rider was slumped over, tied into her saddle with leather twine. Unbound blonde braids spilled over his neck, tanging with his black mane.

“Ada!”

Bouncing golden curls were swept back as her father’s arms reached out to her and threw her into the warm evening air.

He smelled of pine and left a smudge of resin on her blue dress that she would sniff at for weeks.

“Yaulë!” Silver laughter in her ear as he held her close before setting her down onto the dusty floor of his workshop. “What mischief have you done now?”

She giggled into her hands and pulled out a small silver hammer.