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The redness was like a wall that stood a hundred feet high, a curved wall that flowed in an almost wave-like pattern, expanding here, contracting there. Blue sky above, green grass below, and in front of her? Nothing but red.
Desa stood on the field in tan pants and her long, brown duster, a wide-brimmed hat sitting squarely on her head. Midnight was next to her, saddled and bridled and ready to run at a moment’s notice.
They were a mile out from the city, far enough that there was little chance of any innocent bystander getting hurt. Unless, of course, Hanak Tuvar decided to ignore her and go for a more tempting target. But that would be a break in its pattern of behaviour.
Rojan stepped up to her, leading his brown gelding by the bridle. The animal nickered, unwilling to get too c
