Eight others would accompany him to join Gaige and the others while they brought spring to the countryside. Each of his cousins carried at least one passenger. Kiran, voted least likely to lose his way by the two leprechauns on his back, was leading the way back to the others whether he wanted to or not. “Are ya ready ta go, everyone?” Larin fisted his hands in the hair at the base of his pony’s neck. Ian sat astride his own pony, his hands clutching the pommel for dear life. “We need ta find the others and bring spring ta the highlands before it’s too late.” Kiran nudged his horse in the sides and the animal took off. Years of training had taught the beasts to trust the bears that rode them. Though they looked like men, the horses could still smell the predators inside them. A strange horse would scream and run. Not these. He doubted they would even run when faced with the ogres, the animals were so well-trained.
