SIGRUN
The morning air carried a sharp bite that made my nose tingle as I stepped out into the courtyard.
A stable hand was already waiting beside my mare.
The sight of her immediately improved my mood. Never thought there’d come a day where I missed a horse, but here we were.
She lifted her head the moment she spotted me, ears perking forward, and nudged my shoulder as I approached.
“Someone missed me.”
Her warm breath puffed against my cheek.
I scratched the white patch between her eyes and frowned thoughtfully.
“I need a name for you.”
Something that didn’t sound like I had stolen it from a children’s storybook.
Unfortunately, my imagination had failed me completely.
“Maybe it’ll come to me eventually.”
A throat cleared behind me.
I turned and immediately remembered that I
