Lucavion guided Aether smoothly through the quiet streets, the gentle rhythm of her steps filling the night air. Stormhaven, still alive with late-night murmurs, stretched out before them—lanterns flickering, the sea breeze carrying the scent of salt and spice.
Aeliana remained pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, though her mind wasn't on their surroundings.
Her golden eyes flickered toward Aether again, curiosity still tugging at her thoughts.
This horse—this legendary warhorse, untamed and full of pride—had once been a reward.
But rewards were given.
This horse had the presence of something earned.
She shifted slightly, tilting her head against his shoulder. "So?"
Lucavion hummed, as if he had been expecting her question.
"You said she was a prize," Aeliana murmured. "But that doesn't explain why her. Why was Aether the one they gave you?"
Lucavion's fingers grazed Aether's mane absentmindedly, his dark eyes flickering with something distant.
