His horse neighed, and when he looked at it, Freya had already mounted it, and she jerked her chin to him.
"Are you still coming or not?" She asked.
Zavian left his men to continue with the search, and with Freya taking control of his horse, even though the white stallion rebelled with constant neighs and grumbling whinnies, she rode it all the way to the castle.
The orange of the sky was blotted out by grey, and behind the darkened clouds, a rumble of thunder gave a low growl. The obscure face of the full moon readied itself for its full display in the night. Zavian was expecting Neera to hurry to the gate to welcome him, but she wasn't there.
"Should we go over the map again, Brother?" Freya suggested as the stablemen came to take charge of the horses.
"No, I have other matters I need to attend to," he said in a hurry as he turned towards the castle;
"Certain matters that involve your lover, you mean?"
