Spring, Day 3, Year 511 AV
She tightened her grip around the horses neck as he rose sharply upwards, focusing all her might on not falling off. She knew she would never get up again as she did. Her trusty mount, her friend, he was her lifeline. The only chance of getting anywhere lay with him now.
Her wolf padded silently behind them, just a few steps back. Tsaksha didn’t turn around to check if he was there. She had faith in him, he had stood by her through everything and he wouldn’t disappear now. She just had to have faith, it was the key. The key to life, happiness, the key to survival.
There was a thick layer of mist enveloping the small groups of strange travellers. She couldn’t see far in front of her, but she didn’t have to look. The horse would know, she was sure of it. She had asked Yahal, she had surely showed her devotion to him through all this. He rewarded those who put their trust in him, showed their resilience. Yet she knew she would still follow him even if he turned a blind eye to her hardships, because he was everything she had now.
He had to be watching over them, surely? She believed every little convenience-The little boat showing up just on time to help them across the body of water barring their entry to Kalea, the mysterious appearance of a stream when they had run out of water, the abundance of firewood on the one freezing night when they had needed it most, this had to be the work of something else, something greater.
So she believed, with her whole heart, and put her trust into the god she had never laid eyes on.