The wind blew calmly through the trees. A cool breeze grazes my skin. I look over at my manly friends. Erik has black tar smeared all over his tunic and pants. Ferron's black and white clothes remained unsoiled other than his muddy boots. I look down at my dress to see a large black stain. I hated to see that Mrs.Ness’s dress was now ruined. I doubt she will ever know though.
Oddly enough, I didn’t feel any tension. We all walked in peace, scanning each area for our mounts and supplies. I felt sad thinking that any of the horses could be lost. At one point, we began calling their names. I wasn’t shocked to find that Erik had named his horse Captain. It sounded very fitting to the muscly large stallion.
The trees looked like they were starting to spread out. I hear a neigh come fr
