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If it's all right with everyone, I am going to move us forward to the new day. If this is a problem for anyone, let me know and I will move my post.
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‘Falmar would have run all the way to Mithlond, so great was her desire to see her mistress once again. Her hooves struck the ground at a rapid pace and the thick muscles of her loins and shoulders drove her legs with such an energy that her gait ate up the miles.

Derufin leaned low along her neck, the night’s air in the wind of their passing rushing through his hair, tangling it in its wild, swift fingers. His own desire matched that of the great beast beneath him, and he had no thought but to see her once again.

They had passed the crossing at Waymeet and were on their way to the White Downs when the light of reason met the pale fingers of first light that now spread softly behind him. The sun had not yet risen, but darkness had fled the skies above, taking the stars and moon with it.

‘Whoa up, ‘Falmar,’ he called loudly, as the horse ran on, though now at a slower pace. He pulled back on the reins, bringing his mount to a halt. ‘Falmar shook her head as she stood there, her muscles trembling from the effort given and from the desire to run on. ‘We cannot hope to find her running madly to the west like this,’ he murmured softly, calming the horse. He turned her around and headed back to the Inn at a slower pace. Leaning down along her neck, he laughed, saying, ‘She is coming to us. We can be patient.’ ‘Falmar shook her head at this last comment as if denying it.

It was early morning when they finally turned up the path to the stable. Smoke rose from the Inn’s chimney into the cool air of early day. ‘Aman is up and the Dragon’s day begun,’ he said with a tired voice, the fall of the horse’s hoofbeats echoing the exhaustion he felt. He saw to ‘Falmar once they made the stable, wiping her down, laying a blanket across her back, and leaving her fresh hay and water.

Taking off his boots before he entered his rooms, he walked quietly past his new room mate, heading for his own bed and sleep . . .