Acolyte Sophia – Western Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae
I patted Purity's neck as the dark trees loomed over us. The elvish forest was untouched by lumberjacks, the trees growing tall and proud. The Blath Forest had seen generations of humans touch, cutting down trees, trapping, hunting, and herb gathering. Roads had been blazed through it. Here, Angela and I led our horses across game trails.
The trees were too thick to ride. My feet ached in my shoes. I had never walked so far. They throbbed with every step. Angela strode before me in her armor, leading her fierce charger, Midnight. The horse clanked with every step, his metal barding rattling. I winced as branches scraped down the metal.
"Can we take a break?" I asked. "I'm not used to walking."
Angela sighed. "Fine."
