Dauphin, the rider, had been told many times by her master not to divert from the task in hand. Thinking herself good, clever and brave she set off towards the palace. Or she would have if she had any sense of direction....
Two hours later, Dauphin had to accept that it might have been useful to ask for directions first. She was in the middle of a seedy looking district and, despite all her brave talk at the gate, she had no idea how to use the sword that sat on her belt. She was a stablehand. True, she had always wanted to be a warrior, but girls just didn't become fighters in her country. The most excitement she would ever get was accompanying this wonderous creature to a foreign King... although she did think it a bit funny she hadn't been given an armed escort.
Hearing a noise behind her, Dauphin quickened the pace she was leading the faelan at.
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