Neivayka/Theo

The incredibly slow pace that Neivayka and Pontius were forced to walk was beginning to grate on Neivayka’s nerves, not that she would let it show. The horses had long since tired from the harsh gallop that was coaxed out of them, and now the pink and mauve ponies followed them docile. To make things worse, they would stop frequently to graze on some tasty mushroom or daisy.

Pontius had explained that more often than not riding horses in this world was considered rude and in bad taste since most of them could communicate. But Pontius had asked their permission before riding. The Hestona, as Neivayka learned they were called, had lost a fair few of their own to his Shadow. They had eagerly agreed to carry Neivayka and Pontius as far as they could.