CHAPTER EIGHT
ANCAERA
It had been a long time since I’d been able to do any riding, and that had been on horses. I’d always enjoyed it, but on a Rorujhen, it was even more exhilarating. Their speed was incredible. Two-hundred and fifty miles in a day!
Nothing could compare to the freedom of the Rorujhen as they ran. If the winds were given feet, this is what they would be. Nazani had elected to be my mount, and she was wonderful. I could almost be satisfied to never go back to anything but riding.
But life is rarely that simple. Except for the Rorujhen. The joy of running practically defined who there were. They weren’t usually much for conversation; their words were sparse but the shared emotion during the run was almost overwhelming. My connection with Nazani and the rest of the herd
