The Dragons of Tyr
The mysterious mare smiled to him, "think not yourself stupid, john bard. your great aunt wouldn't have thought so, and neither do i." "s-so, did king justin send you to keep track of me?"
The Taste Of Grass
Sweetpepper stood still, letting the silence enfold them both, himself and his mystery stallion. slowly he turned around, smiling, to greet his partner in song. pale, green eyes met his, the face framed by a white, shaggy mane.