Just having snapped out of their dreamy, nostalgic time spent in the meadow, let's see what we have in store for these two next.
“Do you think we’ll really see a war, Sanderson?” Charlotte mused as she placed her bare foot in Sanderson’s proffered hands. He had laced his fingers together and crouched to hold them at her level.
Not wanting to reject him, Charlotte had obliged and used his hands as a step. Holding onto Achilles’ longish silver mane, she hoisted herself into place atop his wide back. She shuddered as Sanderson’s gaze remained steadfast on her bare leg. She curled her toes toward Achilles’ sides and readjusted her seat.
“Hmm,” Sanderson answered, his voice dreamy, “what?”
“What are your thoughts on a war?” Achilles’ hooves crunched through the twigs and leaf litter leftover from winter.
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