The caravan was ready to move out. Finn stroked Sweetfire’s neck. The mare was not eager to move after being stuffed full of sweet grass and other treats by the townsfolk. The Fae had utterly spoiled the horses, falling in love with them over the short time period they’d been there. Even now, some of the Fae were sneaking Sweetfire fruit similar to apples and speaking in soft voices to her as they stroked her nose. He’d discovered that horses were unusual in the Empire as the general populace rode sicens and the nobles flew wyverns.

The sicens fascinated Finn with their dragon-like heads and saurian bodies. The way they snuffled and let out low cries made them seem cute.