Kat: "Tory stop healing. these aren't normal horses." she grabs the pony and stands it up. it mane glistens in the sun then set a blaze. "this one can be saved but none of the rest."

Tory: "they can be healed though, with light right?" i say shyly and sadly a tear threatening to come

Kat: "no these horses. no they are better off dead." she carries the pony to the others. "we need to go, death is all around us."

Tory: i take one last glance "rest in peace, in the beautiful meadows" i say quietly closing the horses eyes and standing back up walking back with the others,staring at the ground

Claradon: "dont cry. it was the horse wasn't it?" he holds his hands behind his back.

Tory: "im not crying" i say shyly tears forming in my eyes but i blink them away "and of course it bothers me wouldnt it to you" i say shyly to Claradon "death always brings back the things i dont want to remember" i say to myself quietly "memories i cant handle" i say even quieter to myself shyly

Claradon: "wel you will need to tell the whole story when we get back to the camp. And this little guy will wish to here it too." he pulls his hands out from be hind his back. he holds a small blue roan paint pony.

Tory: "why" i say shyly still staring to the ground

Claradon: "aren't you happy? i saved it and thought you would like it."

Tory: "wait what are you talking about, saved what" i say shyly but confused, still staring at the ground