Haleth was not mad, it was a too small word to describe how she felt, she wanted to scream and yell and break something, she wanted to curse out loud the day she joined the riders ., but she had to keep all that inside of her.
She hugged her dead horse, Zelenko and cried without a sound, her tears made the animal’s
mane wet. For four years that horse has been her friend, sometimes the only friend she had. It was the only horse that left after her brother, Baranthôl lost their stables and farm, because just a few days before the happened, Zelenko had ran away and came back a couple of days later. She always had a special bond with it, she liked to whisper in its ears and many times Zelenko was the only witness of her thoughts and feelings.
Haleth closed the horse’s eyes.
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Huonya harya vanyë heni yassen sila i eleni! :)
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