Chapter Thirty-Four
Searon held his striped horse’s reins loosely as he felt Anaela’s arms tugging at his waist. The black-and-white Stripes gave a dizzying effect to anybody trying to stare at the horse while it galloped. Searon kept his stallion to a light trot, though, so he could contain his thoughts as they made their way south through the sunset. It was a stunning sunset with shades of purple and pink hovering at the horizon across an orange sun. The sparse clouds lingered in the sky; the weather had only a slight chill to tickle Searon’s nostrils.
He thought of everything that had occurred after he retrieved Anaela from the infirmary. They discussed with Karceoles and Sh’on about the dire need to leave and find more allies. They were reluctant at first, especially Karceoles, but t
