
Sneaking up out of Southern Plains had been fairly easy. There weren't enough nosy horses to really bother with. The nice and sweet little pansies of the north were so pathetic. Sharsa laughed to herself. If I really wanted to I bet I could walk right up to that pompous king’s castle and kick him off his throne. Honestly as soon as we came to this place he had the gall to invite us with open smiles saying friend and foe alike were welcome! Does the arrogant fool think he is so secure in his power that he can say what he wants with no repercussions? I just bet there are a bunch of horses that want to take him down a peg or two. Such importance ill befits a king! A king should rule with an iron fist and his subjects should fear him. A court should be a place where one can only advance through cunning and real work not this happy yippy skippy crap that is in place now. Her yellow eyes blinked as a shadow passed over her. Looking up and snorting she didn’t see anything but that didn’t mean much anything flying could have passed over and be gone from sight in no time at all. Looking about for cover to use for her own advantage Sharsa started on a quick trot to a nearby tree. If whatever was nearby it couldn’t drop on her now.
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