Wacky Fashion Sense Magician Friend...or Foe?
In that whole day, Abrial and Dal only stopped once so that Dal could drink water at a stream and munch on some grass. Abrial wanted to mount and get moving as soon as he was finished, but Dal whinnied and nudged her until she filled and chugged her own gourd of water.
Before she swung back onto Dal's back, Abrial pulled on the magnificent, shadowy black robe. She had thought it would feel silly to wear when she'd first seen it. But when it actually rested on her frame, rippling slightly as though an evasive breeze lived inside of it, Abrial felt powerful. As in…badass powerful. She grinned when she saw herself in the steam. An intimidating, mysterious blade master stared back at her!
As the sun moved through the sky, Abrial's crooked grin gleamed wider and wider with anticipation. Dal, being a very intelligent horse, sensed her excitement. His pace accelerated throughout the day along with the rhythm of her heart.