She mounts swiftly, patting it's neck gently. "They are beautiful."

The fey-horse swished its tail and rolled its eyes at Claire.

Ash nodded in agreement. Ash approached another mount and swung easily into the saddle as if hed done it a thousand times.

"Lead the way, your Highness." She mutters glaring at the ground.

He flinched and murmured, "I thought I told you not to call me that." Through the trees, silhouetted against the cloudy sky, a lone figure on horseback watched us atop a snowy rise. The single tree standing over it had curled its branches as far away from the figure as possible, its limbs twisted and warped, but the rider didnt seem to care. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, glinting off its steel armor.

She pulls her horse to a stop, turning around suddenly a she stares up towards the glint of sun she saw. "Ash!"

He looked at her and then followed her gaze. A faint metallic rustling drifted over the wind, like thousands of knives scraping together, making his blood run cold. As the Iron knight stood motionless on the hill, an enormous pack of spindly legged creatures appeared around him. Claws flashing, limbs jerking sporadically, the wire-fey crowded the hilltop like huge spiders, gleaming in the sun. Ash went pale, and the knight raised a hand toward us, sending the entire pack skittering down the hill. "Run," Ash whispered

The horse she was mounted on galloped forward, she refused to look behind her, afraid of what was chaing them.

The faery steeds ate up the ground as they charged through the forest, their hooves making almost no noise in the snow. The trees flew by at a terrifying speed as the horses plunged between trunks and over logs. Thankfully, Ash seemed to know where he was going. Behind them, the metallic skittering of the wire-fey echoed on the wind, never fading or falling behind.

She despises this, always being on the run, she was starting to become homesick. She missed her people, her family, and her friends. At the same time though, she loved the exexcitment she gained whenever she was with Ash, there was never a moment of boredom when with him.

The trees fell away, and a steep incline soared above them, jagged rocks covered in ice as smooth as glass. The hooves of the Winter-born faery steeds charged up the hill without hesitation. It felt like they were running up a wall. At the top of the rise, Ash pulled his mount to a halt. He was staring down the slope, eyes narrowed to slits. The edge of the rise fell away into a dizzying vertical drop, jagged rocks jutting up like spines. "They're coming," Ash muttered.