Skellig nods, takes note of a 'spare' horse being led by some of the other hunters near the back of the pack.
"Our home is between here and the lair of the dragons," he says. "I would lead you, if you would prefer to get there before nightfall, watch them as they come and go. I would use that horse for my wife and I, and will leave her when we near the trail that cuts off to our dwelling, then continue on with you alone. I would not subject her to such danger."
Clearly, his wife is already VERY DISTRESSED! Skellig strokes her hair soothingly. Poor woman of his, so very tender and fragile. His plan in his mind is clear - there is another wider clearing a half day's ride from here that they flew over, a meadow easily big enough to accommodate her shape. And he can let her off 'near their home' before they enter it, allow her to slip away between the trees, run away to safety...
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"Our home is between here and the lair of the dragons," he says. "I would lead you, if you would prefer to get there before nightfall, watch them as they come and go. I would use that horse for my wife and I, and will leave her when we near the trail that cuts off to our dwelling, then continue on with you alone. I would not subject her to such danger."
Clearly, his wife is already VERY DISTRESSED! Skellig strokes her hair soothingly. Poor woman of his, so very tender and fragile. His plan in his mind is clear - there is another wider clearing a half day's ride from here that they flew over, a meadow easily big enough to accommodate her shape. And he can let her off 'near their home' before they enter it, allow her to slip away between the trees, run away to safety...