Thea
Thea turned Frost around in the fog. It was strange that it had thickened so quickly, cutting her off from the rest of the army. Her bow was already strung and she set an arrow to the string. Releasing the reins to guide Frost with her body instead of her hands.
Horse and Rider paused together, waiting within the fog. She felt as though they stood in a pitcher of milk, the air was thick, syrupy. Her heart was skipping beats, she didn’t like this. It felt like a determined act, something that had been planned. Unlike the desperate response of bandits in the wild.
She worried for the rest of the battalion, and if each individual had been split away from the rest. It would make them an easy target for someone who had an overview of the forest. Frost shifted uneasily beneath her, ear
