"Alarielle," a familiar voice called out, and she turned to see Edna approaching, accompanied by another elf leading a beautiful white horse. The horse's coat gleamed in the morning sunlight, its mane catching the light and giving off a soft, iridescent shimmer that almost resembled a rainbow. The sight was mesmerizing, and for a moment, Alarielle couldn't help but stare.
Edna smiled as she neared, her expression warm but a little sad. "Ralkov told me that you don't have a horse. I heard that the one you came on got spooked during the chaos last night and ran off. We couldn't find it anywhere."
Alarielle glanced at the white horse, her heart softening. It was a stunning creature, its elegant stance and gentle eyes making it look almost ethereal.
"I had suggested Ravareth give you his ho
