Prince Asher was in the middle of his life crisis right now. His eyes focused on the opponent before him, but it was not an easy target to subdue. The dark pupils returned his gaze with calm, and a cloud of warm air was sent out from the nostrils.
"Nice to meet you, friend… Since our names are the same, let's get along well," he suggested to black mount who didn't pay him any attention. Ash moved his head away, looking out for the silver-haired woman who was double-checking her bag.
"I think I have everything…" Arianell murmured. "Let's go… Ah, Ash! Will you carry me today? Thank you!"
She patted the horse that was following her. He was very gentle when poking her with his head, making sure she was protected all the time while his long hairy tail hit the former crown prince several times ruthlessly.
