The trip to Osraige could not have been more awkward, especially between a certain two out of this five man band.
They had two horses carrying a wagon that fit three. Hermes and Apple were supposed to be the ones riding the horses, naturally, since they were stable boys and they were the ones most familiar with it.
Hermes had managed to convince Sorcha to let him borrow the two most unruly and unusable horses for a few days. That included Meirleach, the dark troublemaker, and Liath Mór, the oldest horse in the stable, a white stallion.
On Meirleach's back was Hermes, but on Liath Mór…
Was none other than the Ridire Na Mara himself, who was VERY insistent to ride by Hermes' side.
As they trotted in the wide roads leaving Ailech, the three people in the wagon can notice the tension. It was thicker than Somner's shamelessness.
"How many times has the blond one stolen a glance?" Somner whispered conspicuously to Aphrodite in modern English.
"18 times now." He replied.
