Rhyode was already astride Embry, and the horse spun to face them.
‘Up!’ Rhyode demanded.
Daisy was saddled with a pad and ready to go. The horse stamped her foot and her snorts turned to steam. Vesta tossed the pots to Rhyode as she ran past, and they vanished into a pack. She seemed to spring on to Daisy, then offered Zhira a hand.
Zhira was reluctant to grip too tightly and snap the fragile fingers but in the end she had no choice. She half-climbed and half was dragged up behind Vesta. She’d hoped that the second time would be easier, but her body ached more and her limbs were stiff and felt bruised to the bone. Still, there was no alternative, so she wrapped her arms around Vesta’s middle and the horse started to walk.
‘What’s the rush?’ Zhira demanded as soon as she’d caught her
