Khairi rolled his eyes and shot off after her. Why did it always have to be a contest? He grinned.
Hypocrite.
His muscles bunched and stretched as he lenghened his stride and powered forward. Their hooves pounded dry earth and raised dust clouds in the hazy afternoon sky. It was warm, but not too warm on the plains, and he knew the mountains would be cooler. He caught up to Maeve as they reached the first rolling hills at the base of the hill.
Dry grass ripped and folded beneath him; in the spring these hills were emerald, but the summer sun had burnt them to a sullen brown. Ahead the path split, one leading right, deeper into the rolling foothills, the second veering sharply upwards. He chose left.
"This way!" A deep breath, and he hit the slope at a run.
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