Drathis and Galaxy pushed through most of the day stopping for short breaks. He had found a well-used map hidden in the seat of the carriage yesterday and had packed it in along with his few supplies, but according to it, he had at least a three-week ride till he reached Talgrim. It was much further than he had anticipated, but considering what he had covered over the past few months from the Black Maser, he was more than halfway, three weeks was nothing.
He straightened in the saddle, feeling the afternoon sun on his face before it dipped its head for another cold night. The warmth had him back by the waterfall holding Sinira, the way the fearless small wizard had just climbed into his lap as if he wasn’t some dangerous stranger, she didn’t know the name of. The way her neck had been so
