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Myrika is by Kiri!
Cahal drove her across the territory faster than Myrika would have believed. The big thoroughbred -- or part-thoroughbred -- had a marvelously long stride, and he was capable of carrying her at a blistering pace. Just now, though, the hybrid wasn't paying much attention to the horse's wonderful speed and long, leggy stride -- her mind raced as she considered where to go, who to speak to.
A leader should not be so indecisive, a voice chided. It sounded rather like Kaena, but Myri could not be certain. With it, she kicked her heels into the bay stallion's side and bid him run faster. The flatlands of the marsh were just the place for this, but before long, they had to slow as they splashed through the river cutting through the center of their territory. The forest loomed before them, but Myri turned her horse's head, trotting him toward the caves. She saw Ithiel not long before she pulled the horse to a stop, leaping down and out of the saddle.
Rare astonishment was apparent on the hybrid's face -- faint as it was, anyway -- and Myrika suddenly remembered their last interaction: an argument about his handling of the trader on the borders, not long after Myri had come upon Ithiel tormenting the poor Rain and his daughter. Her fright and anxiety must have been apparent on her face, for the moment her feet touched the ground, Ithiel was standing beside her, one hand on the sword at his hip. What's wrong? he demanded, and Myri smiled wearily.
It was like him to have forgotten or disregarded their argument, so very like him -- in the face of danger to her or Inferni, he was ever the warrior. It's okay, she breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly. I think. Can we go and talk in your cave? She saw her cousin deflate, relaxing by a large degree. His hand dropped away and he nodded curtly, heading toward his cave. Myri took only a moment to tie Cahal to Lystra, and followed after him, blue-green eyes focused on the ground at her feet. A leader should not look at the ground so, the old woman cackled in the back of her mind, and she looked up sharply, the frown written on her muzzle and the half-mast position of her ears.
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