Daorah was a speck high and to the left on a smaller and quicker steed named Maila. Carj, Aever, and Thron rode double behind Knights of the Falcon on three more pegasi, behind them.
The bite of the wind, the smell of the sea, the sting of rain coming. The occasional glop of horse-foam on his armor.
Jarrod watched the wings. Impossibly majestic, they jutted just behind the shoulders and below the saddle, branching out behind him, unimaginably long. The wizards had done a stunning job with the feathers, he noted, ending the wings in wisps of fur much like the “feathers” at the hooves. Giant Friesians.
Her name was Persephone, and she was Carter's ride.
Jarrod watched the wings.
Carter knelt in the saddle, his legs doubled above the massive knots of muscle where the wings joined the bod
