"He will not harm me," I smiled and stroked his snout. Then in elvish, "What sort of mistress owns you?"
The horse neighed, the rich sounds proclaiming the wondrousness of Angela and how proud he was to serve her. The white mare added her whinny and affectionately nuzzled at Sophia's neck. The young woman giggled as the horse nibbled on her ear.
"Stop that, Purity," grinned Sophia. "My ear is not an apple."
It wasn't a crime for a human to transgress our lands, but we did not encourage it either. Usually, we turned them back. If they resisted, or harmed our woods, then we feathered them with arrows and left their corpses on the boundary as a warning. But a knight on a Quest to see the Oracle.
A knight who saved my life.
