Then it happens.
The moon breaks from behind clouds, shining so brightly that the frost on the grass sparkles like it’s been dusted with diamonds. Just above the ground, a glowing mist hovers. It swirls like cotton candy, twisting in the breeze, spinning in drifts. It rolls toward us from the edge of darkness like a wave coming ashore. The mare and I stand, watching. It makes me feel closer to her, that just the two of us can see this weird thing moving. Coming. The edge, tumbling over the ground, reaches the mare’s hooves. It swirls up her legs, almost to her belly, making it look like she’s swimming in whitecaps. Like Nuallan’s horse in the flood waters. She takes a step toward me and brings it with her. How is this possible? The air turns damp and smells like snow as the horse calmly stands inches away. The breath I’ve been holding escapes in one huff. Her eye is dark and calm. She lowers her head and blows on me, like a sigh.
A name pops in my head like someone murmured it in my ear.
“Roheryn.” I speak it out loud. It’s soft. A whisper. Its breathy sounds swirl in the frosted air. I lean toward her and lower my voice.
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