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The Royal Forest is beautiful. Alanna would know. She's been staring at the trees, the sky, the path, once even the ground turned up by Mithros' hooves, since they left the palace.
It's not that she doesn't like Numair. She does. He's pleasant, and his smile could melt ice off a mountain. She's just not sure she entirely trusts him. And he's so tall.
...it's also possible she's harboring a bit of resentment.
Even so, she can't abide complete silence. That would be more awkward than small talk, which is all they have yet managed around each other today. She straightens in the saddle and aims a forced smile at the man riding beside her.
"Lovely, isn't it."
Sigh.
It's not that she doesn't like Numair. She does. He's pleasant, and his smile could melt ice off a mountain. She's just not sure she entirely trusts him. And he's so tall.
...it's also possible she's harboring a bit of resentment.
Even so, she can't abide complete silence. That would be more awkward than small talk, which is all they have yet managed around each other today. She straightens in the saddle and aims a forced smile at the man riding beside her.
"Lovely, isn't it."
Sigh.