Finto Admired

The sound of horse hooves echoed through the air, neither fast nor slow. Sitting atop one of the horses, Catallina tightly held onto her fluttering blue cloak. The wind turned chilly as the seasons shifted from autumn to summer. The weather became uncertain, sometimes hot, sometimes as cold as it was now. Their breaths mingled with the passing breeze, creating both calm and anxiety in their journey.

On the other horse, Finto was busy keeping watch of their surroundings, something he often did since their departure. At the moment, his gaze was focused ahead, his eyes catching sight of the looming fortress not far away. "My lady, we're close," he said to Catallina, his voice melting into the peaceful morning.

"It's still very early, can we enter?" Catallina asked, her soft voice carried by the wind.

"Leave it to me," Finto replied, pulling up the hood of his cloak, his face filled with confidence.