[Training new riders and raising horses for much of his earlier life weirdly prepared him for this moment. He turns and races down the path.
The wind in his mane and the way the world flies by reminds him of running as a wolf. He takes a breath.
And the snakes surge after them. They sound horrible and the instincts of a horse tell him to keep running.] I’m going to take us back to the building. Either they’ll stop chasing once we’re away or there might be defenses…
[It’s a hope. Other Star children could turn the tide.]
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The wind in his mane and the way the world flies by reminds him of running as a wolf. He takes a breath.
And the snakes surge after them. They sound horrible and the instincts of a horse tell him to keep running.] I’m going to take us back to the building. Either they’ll stop chasing once we’re away or there might be defenses…
[It’s a hope. Other Star children could turn the tide.]