“ IT’S NOT MUCH FARTHER, ” HE MURMURS NOW, secured behind her sleek form as they ride along. he remains quiet, instead enjoying the breeze that surrounds. the plants they pass burn as they do & it brings a grim sense of the reality of the storm. black rain. he thinks of the skaikru home going up in flames. would his mother be proud? he swallows once more, focuses instead on the light trotting of the horse beneath him.
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