It was early and Birjanji was full of energy as Kaira saddled him. Next to him, Centriar was just as excited. Nearby, Giska sat watching. “Birjanji calm down,” Kaira admonished as she buckled the girth of his saddle.

“I am sorry Kaira,” he said. “It just feels so good to be going on another journey.”

“You won’t think so when we find the manticores,” she told him.

The stallion chuckled in her mind.

“You would think they have not been taken out in weeks,” Lance commented, adjusting the last bundle on Centriar’s back.

Kaira nodded.

“Just be careful, okay?” Shal asked, watching the scene with trepidation in her expression. She, the prince, Jonathan, the...

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