Krosan cursed himself for letting his tears flow. As he was riding next to Jisela, he tried to shake the memory of her disturbed face of him. He looked side wards and saw her urging to get another snowball. Krosan's mood enlightened a bit at the memory of the snow he had sent up her nose. He raised himself to his full length again and looked at Jisela.
"Sorry about earlier. I will not mind if there is no tomorrow, for death itself is only a new adventure in my eyes. Wherever we go after dying, I know not. But I do know that my mother will be waiting there."
"Glad you take it that way Krosan." Jisela said with a little smile.
Krosan could not see it trough the snow and the dark. He just rode on for a while and said nothing.
His horse was a bit warm from the stable and the man leaned over and patted his neck. Jisela was still riding on and sometimes Krosan caught her looking at him. He smiled, and apparently, she saw him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"It will be fine Krosan. We will get those rats and finish em of for good."
"Let us hope that it is allowed to kill them Jisela. Diplomacy can be a horrible thing."
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