"Go, Goldie!" Cole struck the horse harder this time.
The little witch was sitting in the front holding the rein. "Cole, don't harass her."
"We need to hurry, follow the trace remember?!" Cole's voice was low but the little witch could hear him, amidst the unwavering wind passing through them.
"I do not need you to remind me of that, Cole."
They rode through the road where most of the people were buying and selling stuff, the town dwellers were less concerned by the neighing of the horse. Though it was strange that horses passed through the market square it was obvious that they were far too concerned by another thing entirely, including their business. And it was a good thing.
"Halt, Cole. I am missing their prints they are strangely erased. "
Cole pulled the rein and the horse whined, as it stopped abruptly, "It could have been better if I had taken a mare but unfortunately this is the only one available," he whined. "We could have seen the prints before they got cleared."
