Falls

Foxglove watched as Nephilim lifted his head, following Firethorn’s lead as they both stared down the stallion. They were both so brave, she thought. If Foxglove had met Al-Sarim without her sister by her side she imagined things would have gone very differently. Strangers were intimidating, especially when they were as peculiar as this one had been, and she doubted that she would have even had the confidence to stand her ground, let alone talk to the man.

No, she was grateful for her sister above all else.

Foxglove grinned to herself in embarrassment as Al-Sarim disappeared and Firethorn returned her attention to her younger companions, making some attempt to dissipate the awkwardness that had settled between them. She nodded her agreement to both Firethorn and Nephilim’s assessments of Al-Sarim, but was glad when the conversation was steered away from the older stallion.

At Nephilim’s question Foxglove shook her head, though it was Firethorn who put words to their answer.

“Nah,” she replied, shaking her head too. “But dad said we can go in as long as Olaf lives there. He’s a good guy apparently.”

Firethorn repeated her father’s words as if she knew Olaf herself, though he was as much a stranger to her as anyone else. Places much further afield excited Firethorn’s imagination, hence the reason she had been so enthusiastic about visiting the Crossing. The Forest was just next door, and it seemed much like the Prairie only with trees everywhere – and besides, the stallions there seemed to change like the seasons from what her father had mentioned, and he refused to let them cross the river if he hadn’t already met with his neighbour himself.

“Do you know the Forest?” Foxglove asked politely, wondering why Nephilim had the place on his mind. “If you’re going there you should come and visit us in the Prairie sometime.”

She smiled brightly at the thought, and Firethorn didn’t object.

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