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Bregoware
Meghan
‘Sounds a fair enough plan to me,’ said Meghan, urging her mount a few steps away from Osmod’s, giving his horse room to move about. She looked at the man curiously. There was a sense of unease about him, as if he were unsure of himself. Now isn’t that interesting, she thought. Her first thoughts about the rich man’s son were that he would most likely be overbearing, eager to gather what glory there might be to himself, make all decisions according to his whims. She pursed her lips, considering she might have been hasty in her judgment of him.
Fionn pulled up alongside Meghan. His horse was a spirited one and pranced about in a circle as his rider tried to rein him in. Meghan nodded to him, moving her horse again lest she be mashed between the two men’s mounts.
‘So, how about we get moving on,’ Meghan called out as she kicked Ash lightly in the flanks and set her moving westward. ‘We can talk more about our plans for when we’re across the river while were filling our bellies.’ She shrugged her shoulders, shaking off a feeling of apprehension. ‘I’ve never been across the river. Never saw the need to. Have any of you?’
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