Faoil stroked the stallion's whithers gently, feeling the corded muscles that quivered under his coat. She had to push her sleeve up to the elbow to rub him, as her shirt was far too big and tended to hang over one shoulder and hide her hands inside the fabric of the sleeves.
The girl looked over to where Rya had been standing and noticed she was gone. "Damean," she said, tugging on the man's sleeve like a child. "Rya's disappeared again." She didn't really mind, but she figured she should let him know anyway, as it seemed he had not seen.
Faoil wondered why Rya had traveled with them for a while, only to up and leave without telling anyone. She had never understood the woman, nor did she really care to, but this confused her more then usual. Typical arrogance, she thought bitterly. She probably just got bored with us and left. That would be just like her.