Aeryon then went out of the warehouse and instead of going back to the tent, he rides his horse toward the Steppe.
Some of the guards wanted to follow him but he dismissed them.
Aeryon rides his horse and he close his eyes as he feel the rushing wind blowing around him.
He takes a deep breath, taking the scent of the morning, the grass and the scent of the Great Steppe.
And then he opens his eyes and keep riding, while he look at the greenery around him. He smiles a bit as he could also feel that the horse beneath him is also very happy.
"Heh, you must feel stuffy after being stuck in the settlement all day"
Aeryon has never seen such place that is so full with greens.
And he never felt so free.
Nor as energized.
Even though it is winter, the winter is about to end.
At least it would end in this region. He could feel it.
That the cold of winter is slowly dissipating.
