“Make me proud,” Dorne tells them both, reaching out for one last embrace. They already do make her proud, of course, they are capable young horses and she cannot imagine that anywhere in Beqanna or beyond that there are finer yearlings. She’d done well – even without the aid of their father – and she is proud of herself as well. “You’ll be fine,” she reassures Ephrelle.
“Goodbye,” she says one last time, and then turns and disappears into the jungle, heading further south than she’s ever been.
[just wanted to wrap this up so that Dorne can head on out
]
“Goodbye,” she says one last time, and then turns and disappears into the jungle, heading further south than she’s ever been.
[just wanted to wrap this up so that Dorne can head on out
]