typical prince and knight
Eric held Avianthan's mane as she trotted through the forest, the prince and the wizard on the other hand, were following them shortly over the pale white gelding. Branches snagged, footsteps echoed and the occasional brays from the mare and the churrs, purrs, and keckers of badgers created an awful medley that made the knight feel like he was in a lucid dream. Birds swished by, as Eric felt as if something was missing. He slowly brought his hand to the top of his head to touch his hat, and his shoulders stiffened once he realised it wasn't there. The wig wasn't there either. "The clothes are dissappearing!" he beseeched, and now that he thought about it, it made sense. The mage's magic, which was used to create their attires, was prone to be expired after three to four hours. And surely
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