Dreams and Strange Beasts
Skyethorn—Blackthorn Forest
Camissa had a scowl planted on her face. The morning seldom woke her on a sour note, but she had trouble finding smiles since they arrived in Skyethorn. Rhaven nodded a greeting to her as she passed. Camissa acknowledged it with a brisk tilt of her head and a smile that was no more than a flicker.
"I'm glad you're a male, Argus." Rhaven brushed the knots from Argus's long flowing mane, strands of black silk with a hint of silver dotting the tips. "We'll be leaving soon, boy. Going to Genda. Perhaps other new lands."
Argus
Rhalan Teldren stepped through the early morning mist. "How many winters has Argus been with you?"
"Enough to have heard all my woes. He must be tired of listening by now." A rare chuckle slipped through Rhaven's
