The sun had disappeared from the sky, replaced with a sliver of moon and a blanket of stars Mica was still getting used to. The sights and sounds of the city had completely faded away. if tasked with having to get back home on his own, Mica would be hopelessly lost, wandering the planes. The thought was enough to send his heart racing. Solo tensed underneath him, picking up on the subtle changes in his body. Relax. Just relax. Unless something terrible happens to Forrest you’ll be just fine. To help ease his racing mind he took a deep breath and attempted to lose himself to the night.
The whisper of the grass as the horses moved through it. The creak of the leather saddles. The usual choir of crickets and toads and other nightly creatures, including the occasional forlorn owl and, much to
