Their demeanor didn’t seem to match the aggressive looks of the beasts. Each jet-black horse stood perfectly still while their smallish tails flipped back and forth as if they were happy dogs. With the occasional stomping of a front hoof followed by an impatient snort, they seemed almost eager.“Are you sure about this?” asked Eric as he eyed Shantis in her large, tan, hooded cloak. She wore a white leather belt with a black sheath attached to house her rather plain-looking long-sword. Soft, tan traveling boots made from some sort of hide wrapped her large feet and crawled up her shin, just shy of her knee. Her back was strapped with a brown quiver filled with black-feathered arrows that were both long and thick and were very nearly spears to a human, given their width. The hope was that this outfit would allow her to ride freely throughout the world of humans. Due to her size, she would have to pretend to be a man and do her best to avoid speaking to anyone.“Yes, I’m sssure,”
