Fynn released all the tension in the reins, letting Alastor gallop full force back to the manor. I slid my hands up Enbarr's neck and let him follow after, praying that he could follow Alastor well enough to not encounter any holes or tripping hazards on his way.

The glee that filled the air felt like fireflies, even in the chill that came with the end of autumn. The bridge across the moat that surrounded Fynn's manor made an echoing rumble as we raced across it, and I could ...