Skoll was half-slumped in the saddle now, prodding the bay mare only when she tried to turn home, but the odor of the nearby pack lands made him straighten, his ears swiveling forward as he breathed in the scent of steel and wood, of horses’ sweat, and of a much more precious smell that made him smile. He urged Hwin on a little faster, though she slowed again once a black-streaked golden shape detached itself from the borders and ran toward them.
The young man half-slipped, half-fell from the saddle and rushed to meet her. They were a momentary tangle of strong arms and large bodies before he managed to embrace her tightly—though perhaps a bit too tightly. He wasn’t too worried, knowing that she was bigger than him and more than capable, but the sun pendant became trapped between their chests, pressing hard against his sternum. It was this discomfort that made him draw back slightly, trying to smile again, one arm still around her while his other hand reached up to touch her cheek affectionately.
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