Emerging Spirit
‘Mikey, she’s not after you.’ Irenya laughed and slapped her bulging skirt pockets to make her point. Nettle’s ears pricked at the sound. ‘She’s after what I have for her.’ Ever hopeful, the pony swerved away from her quarry and headed for Irenya’s skirt. Mikey edged a shoulder out from behind Flint’s muscular guardsman’s frame and eyed Nettle as Irenya offered her a small wrinkled apple.
‘I don’t trust huge fuckin’ horses.’
A grin twitched Rad’s mouth. ‘She is a pony,’ he corrected. ‘Would you like to see a horse?’
Mikey c****d his head and narrowed his eyes. ‘Only if it’s on the other side of a high fence.’ He pointed down the valley to the peaks. ‘Reckon Kael-baby’ll come flying over them mountains like an angel.’
Irenya shaded her eyes and scanned the northern rang
