Citation de pegase-shiatsu
Homecomings
Under a chill, gray sky, two riden riders jogged across the turf. Taran, the taller horseman, set his face against the wind and learned forward in the saddle, his eyes on the distant hills. At his belt hung a sword, and from his shoulder a silver-bound battle horn. His companion Gurgi, shaggier than the pony he rode, pulled his weathered cloak around him, rubbed his frost-nipped ears, and began groaming so wrenchedly that Taran at last reined up the stallion.
Under a chill, gray sky, two riden riders jogged across the turf. Taran, the taller horseman, set his face against the wind and learned forward in the saddle, his eyes on the distant hills. At his belt hung a sword, and from his shoulder a silver-bound battle horn. His companion Gurgi, shaggier than the pony he rode, pulled his weathered cloak around him, rubbed his frost-nipped ears, and began groaming so wrenchedly that Taran at last reined up the stallion.
