“She was grateful that he had ceased the trotting and switched, instead, to a steady walk. She hadn’t been able to match Carly’s easy grace in the saddle, and Khan’s faster gait had caused a number of painful bruises. Though she wouldn’t add to her bruises with Khan walking, the ones she already had nagged at her constantly, prompting her to shift positions frequently, which only added to the chafing. “Dearra, for Cyrus’ sake, sit still! Are you dancing back there?” “No, I…I think I may ...have a problem.” About time you spoke up. Hush, Brin. In all my discomfort I haven’t complained, not even once. Out loud, no. But I can hear you screaming, just the same. Carly brought Khan to a halt and turned to face Dearra. “What kind of problem?” “I think I may be a little chafed,” Dearra admitted. They had been riding for almost ten hours by that time, and while it had been a long day, Carly had hoped they would make a few more miles before they lost their light.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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