Fin grumbled to himself as they rode, this pack 'thing' was nothing like Gilanor in grace or balance. But it wasn't his fault, he probably didnt want a moody elf sat on his back either.
"Sorry," he murmured, and the horse snorted in approval.
Fin looked across at Taurion and scowled. How come he got to sit with the girl of his dreams, just because Youlielle was slightly lighter than he was, unfair, unfair!
He laughed to himself, he was acting so childlike. He could talk to Aenara later. Right now they had continue and perhaps they would find Gilanor, but Fin felt as if he knew what had happened to his mare already.
[ February 04, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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