Oddly, Kansas had been successful in keeping his own word. He had managed not to leak anything to her even though he saw in her eyes that she wanted him to. This adventure had to be a complete surprise to her. Anu had given him the idea, but he'd decided to adjust it to add the excitement of the unknown. Every time he'd been at the edge of telling her what he had in store, he'd pictured her face when she saw him and Lexington, the blue roan stallion he now perched rather awkwardly upon. Ever since she'd called him her White Knight, he'd held this image of himself within mind, and that he was living it in its entirety was almost too wonderful for him to handle. And there was more, of course, than simply his own glorification in greeting her with the stallion. It was the time they would spend together when they had reached their destination.
The tall brute leaned forward on the horse, who was standing very obediently still, tolerating the fidgeting rider perched upon his back. The pale blue eyes of the werewolf darted to and fro as his hands continued to pester Lexington's blue-gray mane. After what seemed like weeks, her slender form rose to meet his eager gaze. As she drew closer and began to make sense of what lay before her, the resulting surprise sent his heart aflutter. He was warm from his toes to his face although the temperature lingered around freezing. Her emerald eyes positively sparkled, radiant in their wonder and happiness. Kansas beamed. Her reaction was everything and more that he'd wanted it to be.
For a moment he really couldn't speak. He felt abashed with his pride. "I'm glad," he finally said, and slipped smoothly off the horse's sturdy back. He had many more things he wanted to say, but doing so would erase the magic of the moment. Kansas wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down at her, giving her a kiss. Then, with a mischievous laugh, the boy swept her up into his arms and held her like a princess. He swung her around and placed her on the horse's back. Fortunately, Lexington didn't seem to mind the sudden motion. Savina was so slight that the beast probably barely felt anything. "Sorry about that; I had to," he informed her, still grinning. Kansas grasped the horse's mane and pulled himself up to sit in front of her. "Are you ready, beautiful Signora?" he queried as he turned the horse to face the forest.