Blood or Oil of Sweet Champagne
Float or Fly or Stay the Same
Up or Down or Way Below
You Must Choose Which Way to Go
They rode hard all day, stopping occasionally to rest the horses and grab a bite to eat. Krissa rode her own horse this time, grateful that at least the horse knew what to do. It patiently explained what she did wrong, and how to correct it. As the day progressed, so did Krissa's riding ability…and the pain in her legs and butt.
The spectacular views made it worth the effort. As the setting sun painted the sky, it took Krissa's breathe away. Cresting the hills they'd been crossing all day, an amazing golden red-orange glow sent flames of light across the valley. A huge, city-like fortress sat nestled in red gold with elegant peaks of towers and spires reaching into the sky. The entire valley was alive.
"The Fortress of Light, Your Majesty," Lord Naren said to Khevin. He pulled his horse to a stop, and allowed the glorious view to flood the senses.
"Wow," Krissa said under her breathe.
"It's something, isn't it," Pin said more than asked, pulling her horse beside Krissa. "Wait till you see the gardens. I remember living there when I was little…Until Tomás and his coup."
Young Lord Nester pulled up to Krissa's other side. He had avoided her completely until then. "I've come to apologize for my offensiveness, Lady Alverna. Please forgive me before another night passes, and accept my gratitude for what you have taught me."
Dumbfounded, Krissa couldn't think of anything to say. So, she nodded her acceptance, and the young man smiled with relief before charging forward.
"We run," the horse neighed its brief warning and bolted forward with the others.
Krissa grabbed at the saddle horn and found a handful of mane with it. Holding tight, to keep her balance, she relished the gust of wind in her hair.
"Fun, fun," said Reza's voice.
Reza had gone invisible when the elf scouts showed up the day before, and hadn't been seen since. Krissa had wondered about her little friend.
I struggle with Fibromyalgia and PTSD. So, have to be careful not to overdo things... I don't always listen to my own advice. I have a dry, sarcastic and corny sense of humor and always try to look at things optimistically. (again not always successful) However, I feel that if I don't give up -- for long -- then things will work out for the best eventually.