Flying over the sand, Farasha was a bolt of dark lightning spearing across the golden desert. It was all he could do to keep up, to grit his teeth against his barking muscles.
He forgot about them anyway at the blur of reddish brown and black that emerged in the corner of his eye – and the white rider atop it.
Yrene’s hair rose and fell behind her in a golden-brown tangle of curls, lifting with each thunderous pound of her mare’s legs on the hard sand. White clothes streaming in the wind, the gold and silver sparkled like stars, and her face-
Chaol couldn’t breathe as he beheld the wild joy on Yrene’s face, the unchecked exhilaration.
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