Sophia nibbled on her hard trail rations. I didn't carry supplies. I could forage as we walked, eating the bounty of nature. The humans, however, couldn't eat half of what the Deorc Forest offered. They balked at eating tasty pine cones.
"Let's get this over with," Sophia said. "I hope our horses are still fine."
Angela nodded her head, her flaming hair brushing her shiny pauldrons. "They had forage and were hobbled. They should be fine."
The humans were attached to their horses despite being unable to speak to them. Angela's warhorse, Midnight, had a great deal of loyalty to his rider, and Purity, Sophia's mount, just adored her the acolyte.
