110 The Ulfric (1)

Dawn suppressed her body's tremors as best as she could in order for her to sit there. She looked at Daryn who was looking like a God with so many glittering pixies sitting in a circle on his head and shoulders. She turned her head to watch other werewolves, but no pixies were on them. Instead they illuminated the pathway in front of them. And Brantley – well most of the pixies sat on him and his white stallion. 

She was entranced. She stared at them, admiring them, secretly wishing to catch them. "Daryn, how do you know Brantley?" she asked casually. Since Brantley was riding just in front of them and apart from the sound of the hooves of the horses, it was very quiet, she kept her voice to a whisper.