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Posted on April 10, 2018 at 03:32:48 PM by ZOHAR

Tempest shunted his weight from hoof to hoof and blew out a rumble of air from his mouth. Zohar knew how he felt. Spending part of the day camped in a bush wasn’t her idea of fun either.

It was her day off. She had a lot of days off. Zohar wasn’t convinced that the Stone Dragon was really a lucrative enough business to be able to afford to employ her, but Olive was kind, so they did anyway. She worked part-time with sporadic hours, cash in hand, earning just enough pocket money to be able to replace her boots when they fell off her feet. Most of her earnings went back into the Dragon, acting more as a discount on the rooms she and Faeyra rented there. Even with the deal Olive had cut them and her own meagre earnings, Zohar wouldn’t have been able to afford to stay there if it weren’t for Faeyra. Hopefully, with the latter now being accepted into the Alliance, the boost to her income would mean that they were doing more than just treading water.

Fortunately, Zohar’s work was the kind of thing she’d’ve done for free anyway, if she could afford to. She cleaned up the inn’s stables every morning, feeding the horses and mucking out the stalls, before turning the beautiful creatures out to pasture for a while. In the evenings, she put them back in their stalls again. The earnings for this was peanuts; Zohar didn’t really make anything until a more well-off guest with a horse came to stay. When that happened, she dropped her idle afternoons to clean the tack and keep the horse exercised, fed and groomed. Zohar assumed an extra service charge was applied to the guest, who could afford to pay it anyway.

When there were no guest horses, her days were empty and dull. She practiced her magic, borrowed the Destras’ horses as much as possible to keep up her riding skills and worked on trying to tame and back Tempest, but with Mohana missing and Faeyra at work, her life was unnaturally quiet. Being a twin meant Zohar had pretty much never been on her own, ever. Thrust into unexpected solitude, what had once been hobbies now felt more like chores.

No guest horses were booked in that day, so rather than face another repetitive afternoon, Zohar had decided to take Tempest out into the forest. Or, more accurately, she had gone out into the forest for a walk and Tempest had followed her. They’d wandered for hours before her rumbling stomach and Tempest’s obvious complaints had obligated her to stop and dig through her rucksack for snacks. It was then that she’d heard a twig snap.

Zohar had frozen, briefly. When rustling and thudding footsteps followed, she grabbed her irate pegasus by the neck and delved into the nearest hedge, trying to encourage him to stay quiet with pleading eyes. These woods were supposed to be full of outlaws, after all. The sounds of movement stopped, so she waited as long as she could before the fidgets got her and she had to pull the leaves apart to peer out. A boy of about her age, tall and dark-haired, was standing with his back to her, facing the fence to the castle. He was hugging the horse in the field.

The girl’s heart melted. She shuffled back as quietly as possible and turned to Tempest, who was watching her with an impatient expression. Zohar pressed a finger to her lips.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” she whispered.

Tempest snorted, like, screw that, sister! Before she could stop him, he trotted out of the bush, snorting irritably at the boy’s back. Zohar dashed out after him and grabbed him round the neck, digging her heels into the ground to try and stop him striding over and challenging the other horse.

“Sorry!” She told the boy. “I told him not to ruin the moment.”

Tempest snorted again. He seemed calm, judging by his facial expression and body language, so Zohar cautiously released him. She watched with narrow eyes as the black pegasus wandered away a little and dropped his head to graze, flicking his tail in annoyance. She shrugged, turning back to the boy and his horse. The moment had been ruined, so she might as well go and say hello properly.

“Hi,” she said cheerfully, coming up to the fence next to him and holding out her hand, palm-up, for his stallion. “You have a lovely horse. What’s his name?”


Zohar
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