Althea and I had settled for the white mare— meanwhile the others mounted the brown, black and caramel stallions. The redhead was terribly quiet that it was becoming deafening. I clutched Shire in my arms, focusing my attention to the comfort of his fur instead.
As much as they hated it, Lavi and Erion had to ride the same horse together—the black-haired prince sat in front. After everyone finished wearing the cloaks, they willed the horses to form a circle.
Prince Alistair tossed a shiny object to Lavi. "This will bring us to an Arrival Station at the Eastern outer city."
The dark blue of the wizard's hair fluttered with the wind as he cocked his head back when he caught the red Teleportation Shard. For a moment, I had wondered why there was only one and not six.
