Beaut's mild, though she does her fair share of eyeing Rachel back. She flicks her ears and stamps a forefoot, but the horse-cum-teenager no longer smells quite so offensive. So, she holds steady while the two mount up.

It won't be the most comfortable ride, but Beaut won't buck her off. Probably.


The sun's declining by the time they reach the city limits, setting the traveling tents along the border afire with fading light. It's not a particularly impressive town just looking at it, but it's a good place to go for information.

And with all the travelers coming and going, it's a good place to blend in.