A Soft Shiver
Aren looked up from his mount to the road ahead. The dapple-grey stallion suited him well, and he'd had the horse for nearly 10 years. He looked down the road to Caemlyn and frowned, then shook his head and continued on. He glanced beside him to his wife and a brief flicker of a smile crossed his face. His wife, the thought was comforting, like a soothing breeze on a spring day. Not this spring, of course. And not this terrible wind. The warder closed his eyes, allowing his steed to choose the path. They'd reach Caemlyn in a few hours. For this, he was glad.
Aren Garenhald
Warder and Husband of Laradia Sedai
Ranger of the Haddon Mirk
"Could you run that by me again?"
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