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Petra watched these events unfold with feelings of despair and compassion that came from a place inside her she didn't know existed. Was she actually beginning to care about her companions? Was her fate now inextricably entwined with their own? When she looked up into Enzeru's eyes, she knew that it was.
When Amarth layed Draconis across the back of his stead, Petra stepped forward meekly and spoke to the horse softly.
"Dearest brother, carry my friend with gentle and sure steps. Please honor him and don't let him fall from you."
As she spoke these words to the horse, she felt Enzeru's arm around her shoulders and she let herself be held only for a moment, breathing in the warmth of her companion, before breaking away and mounting her own horse.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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