mildwynn

The fire had burnt down to ash and cooled in the time they had been talking. The horses grazed nearby. Dice were taken out and, properly illustrating the peace of the surroundings, a game was had to pass the time while they rested before their next travels.

"I ain't brought nothin' for ye, this time, Lucy. Y'goin' t'let us pass?" The goose had landed before them, blocking the road. She surveyed the three of them with judgmental, beady eyes. The three of them balked, Winnie seeming to find Ryheric's sudden predicament hilarious, Cwennie meanwhile, unimpressed with how wary Ryheric was of the animal. After such bravery against the brigands, apparently all it took was a haughty bird with teeth to make the man stop in his tracks.

She had chosen a good horse, strong head, the gait a marvel of surety. Each stride landed even. But the look on Winnie's face to be back in the saddle again after so long away from her home was his favourite part.