Riding a horse did come back to me with ease. The white mare was graceful as she walked slowly along the stream pathway back to the castle. She covered the ground well like she had been on the path plenty of times. She was only one hand smaller than the giant stallion that Dorian was riding. Both had the sleekest of fur that showed into the now rising moon. I had long forgotten the beauty of horses from my childhood. It was a pleasant experience to have it brought back now.
The rain had not only continued it had hardened. Sean followed us on his much smaller brown horse. I tightened the satin cloak he had given me around my neck. Dorian did not even seem to feel the rain as it fell around him. It was almost as if he liked the downpour. I still know nothing real about vampires. If all of
