Where were they heading? What was this special place Silas so wanted her to behold?
Such questions swirled her mind, siphoning the life out of every other voice that dared as much as graze their path before gobbling them whole.
Beyond the whooshing and whistling of wind that threaded the greenery around them, past the melodies sang by daytime loving creatures, accompanied by the steady cloppering of hooves against dry dirt… The warmth that enveloped her had a soul but also a clear origin.
Silas' arms held the reins on each side of Arabella, eyes ahead, only dropping to steal a quick glimpse at her from time to time.
The two of them basked in each other's essence under the balmy sun that enlightened their way.
Neither said a thing for no words were needed. Peace of mind alone sufficed until something new sailed with the fresh breeze that grew colder the more distance they traversed. Little by little, the air turned saltier, carrying a heavier tang of minerals.
