*Sawyer*
As we guide Sugar Plum back into her stall, I can feel the tension in the air thickening. Ryder's serious tone has left us all a little on edge, and I can see it clearly reflected in Rayne's eyes as she fusses over her horse. I feel a need to shield her and her brother from knowing whatever is brewing at the eastern gate, but I know that’s not really possible.
“Come on, Rayne. Let’s get Sugar Plum settled,” I say, my voice upbeat, trying to keep the mood light for the kids sake. She nods, her hands gently brushing through Sugar Plum’s mane, but I can tell she’s not fully present. Her mind is still on the excitement of the ride, but the shadows of uncertainty is clearly taking over.
Once we’ve placed the saddle and bridle back on their hooks, I glance at Rayne. “Why don’t we go
