Chương 92: || Chapter 90 || Was He Jealous?

The strength within the neighing horses left Moulin in a daze of wonder. To be honest... He had only ridden a horse once before. Specifically, the original soul of the body did. As his silver eyes stared at the black horse brought to him by one of the Dragor sentinels. The horse looked tame. It's long mane falling in thick dark curls as it fell on its neck. Moulin silently curled the dark strands around his finger.

His other hand, unconsciously touching the void pouch given to him by his brothers. He was gone for an hour and he already missed them. His silver eyes glanced at Snow who was stealthily rolling on the grass.