Dark History

Offering her a hand he tossed her atop her horse. Opening her mouth with a rebuttal she was too late.

Turning he headed to Onyx and mounted without another word. But he veered the mount to stroll behind them. Close enough he could eavesdrop on Nim’s conversations with his inhuman hearing.

Let’s see what she has to say now.

Nim waited until Lonnix somehow mustered his way up onto the mare, sweat marking his brow as he breathed raggedly. Dangling over the horse’s mane.

Unsure if a heart attack was imminent, Nim reluctantly guided her nag closer. “Are you well?”

Not in the least. Disseus eyed the chubby fellow. Aware this was often how he sounded after climbing atop his mount.

“No.” Lonnix huffed. “No. I am fat.” He put his cheek to his horse and wheezed until managing to catch his breath.

Smile teasing her lips, Nim gave the back of his head a light reassuring pat.

As if he’s a child recovering from some tiny wound. Disseus restrained himself from snorting at her motherly reaction.

When