Horses with wings; who would have guessed? Viorel saw the centaurs and satyrs around the camp, same with the nymphs and their ilk. It shouldnât be too far of a stretch to assume pegasai existed, but here he was, overhearing their existence just across the camp. He strode along with Sorin by his side, aiming to get close and see them for himself. Thinking about them felt childish, as if putting more thought than the bare minimum was bound to make him less of a man.
But it wasnât, so he kept wondering how in the hell they came to be. His wonderings stopped when he saw yet another unfamiliar face by the stables, one with a carrot at hand. Nothing was wrong until he noticed the way he was holding it; with his fingers, rather than laid flat on the palm. Viorel came over and tugged his hand away from the pegasusâs awaiting mouth. âYou donât feed a horse like that. Do you want to lose fingers?â Sorin didnât say anything, although the shepherd did give a long look to Amadeo.
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