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((It's fine. I have a lot of homework too, and I'll probably be lagging next week.))
((It's fine. I have a lot of homework too, and I'll probably be lagging next week.))
((((It's fine. I have a lot of homework too, and I'll probably be lagging next week.))
Dilan looked up at Regalia and when she said he needed to get on a horse, he let his head fall back onto his bed with a groan.
"The easiest way is to get my horse and bring her in here. It won't be that hard for me to get on my horse from my bed."
Regalia nodded. "Okay, the quickest way to the Elf Kingdom I'm taking you to is through the mountains. We'll stop with the elves, heal you, and be on our way to Weravice. I'll get your horse; don't die while I'm gone."
Dilan smiled and laughed to himself. "I'll try not to." He put his had to his forehead to find out he was sweating. "Go, quickly."
Regalia brought his horse inside, with a bit of protest from the horse, and situated it beside Dilan's bed. "As soon as you get up there, we're leaving," Regalia said, holding up a bag of rations for the trip. "There will be other stops to get food on the way, but this will hold us for now."
Dilan forced himself to swing his leg over the horse and sit on the saddle. He leaned forward on the horses neck and let his arms hang off to the sides. Dilan clicked his tounge to get Epona moving, pulling on her mane slightly to make her turn. Since Dilan only rode western style, the front of the saddle was digging into his stomach. Whispering to himself, Dilan said, "This really hurts." Then he spoke up and bit and looked over to the girl by his side. "Thanks um... Regalia was it?"
Dilan forced himself to swing his leg over the horse and sit on the saddle. He leaned forward on the horses neck and let his arms hang off to the sides. Dilan clicked his tounge to get Epona moving, pulling on her mane slightly to make her turn. Since Dilan only rode western style, the front of the saddle was digging into his stomach. Whispering to himself, Dilan said, "This really hurts." Then he spoke up and bit and looked over to the girl by his side. "Thanks um... Regalia was it?"
Regalia nodded as Phantomon settled himself on her shoulder. She whistled, and her own horse, a jet black stallion named Passing Shadow whinnied from outside. "I took the liberty of fetching my own horse so we can get going at once." She saddled him and climbed onto his back. The horse was massive, with a shiny black coat and a long mane much like the shadows he was named after. His eyes were wall-eyes, the pale blue of morning mist. Regalia treasured him greatly. "Which, now that I have explained, we shall go. Let's head off, if you think you can ride." Her limp blond hair was tucked back into her cloak with its clasp resting just above her collar bone. "Can you?" she asked pointedly.
Regalia nodded as Phantomon settled himself on her shoulder. She whistled, and her own horse, a jet black stallion named Passing Shadow whinnied from outside. "I took the liberty of fetching my own horse so we can get going at once." She saddled him and climbed onto his back. The horse was massive, with a shiny black coat and a long mane much like the shadows he was named after. His eyes were wall-eyes, the pale blue of morning mist. Regalia treasured him greatly. "Which, now that I have explained, we shall go. Let's head off, if you think you can ride." Her limp blond hair was tucked back into her cloak with its clasp resting just above her collar bone. "Can you?" she asked pointedly.
Pushing himself up, Dilan laughed to himself and said, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? I can't give up yet." Dilan stopped laughing, realizing what he had just said. He kicked Epona's sides to get her to trot then gallop, so he didn't have to post. Dilans face suddenly became serious, he didn't bother to look back to Regalia.
Regalia followed close behind, just in case Dilan decided to pass out. She didn't trust that he could hold himself up with that injury, so she wasn't taking any chances.
Regalia followed close behind, just in case Dilan decided to pass out. She didn't trust that he could hold himself up with that injury, so she wasn't taking any chances.
Dilan rode on, looking back to see if Regalia was still behind her. Every once in a while he rubbed his head, hissing when he touched his wound. He stopped his horse when he got to the gate.
Regalia peered at the old, iron gate. It was the gate to uncharted territory; once they went through, danger would meet them at every turn. But they had no choice. Regalia called to Dilan to open it. It was the first leg of their journey.