Ok, sorry. Argh I did it again!
Carathon jumped onto his horse, gasping as the pain stabbed. He kicked the sides and the beast galloped away.
Carathon did not know where he was going or why, but he was on the look out for something.
Flowers. For Heimlelik (sorry if name is spelt wrongly) to say thank you for saving him.
He spotted some in a field and rode up, scooping the stems from the ground. They were beautiful. He shook the dirt from the ends and turned the horse around. Riding back slowly, the ebbing sun burning his half uncovered back.
Lemme just state that Carathon is NOT falling in love with Hiem. He is a gentleman and wishes to thank her!
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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