As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the group continued their ride, feeling the warmth of midday wrapping around them. Adrian's horse moved at an even pace, but its rider was less than comfortable.
Behind him, Hestia sat with the same languid ease she carried everywhere, her arms draped lightly around Adrian's waist. "I must say," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the rhythmic sound of hooves on dirt, "this isn't the worst way to travel."
Adrian glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowed. "You're enjoying this too much."
"I don't see the harm," Hestia replied with a soft laugh. "You're sturdy, and the view isn't bad."
The reaction from the others was less than enthusiastic. Abyss, riding beside them, tightened her grip on her reins, her violet eyes flashing. "You couldn't have walked? Or ridden with anyone else?"
