32I stopped short. There was my horse.
“Eyvindur.” I called to him, but he wandered away behind some foliage, and I lost sight of him.
I spotted some of the bobbing lights from my dream. They were here now. Running after them, I left the trail, skipping over ferns and toppled branches, laughing, feeding off of the energy of the forest, following the warm lights.
Will- o’-the-wisps! That’s what they’re called!
This was even better than the dreams. I halted suddenly with the breath knocked out of me. I’d made a turn, come around a tree, and very nearly ran smack dab into a dark-haired man astride a large black horse.
“Gideon.” I breathed out. He turned in the saddle, looking down at me. It wasn’t Gideon. Same build, very similar features, but his hair was a golden blend I could only equ
