"We would like to purchase 8 horses please." Genevieve said with a small smile, "Camping trip, you see, going to visit the ruins of a few towns around here." The man smiled and nodded as he turned back into the stables. He returned a few minutes later with his ledger in hand, "Alright. Go through and have your pick after I recieve..." He did the math in his head, "100 Sterling." He nodded. Genevieve dug in her backpack and pulled out a pouch of money. She counted 100 sterling and handed it to the man. 

She then turned to the flock, Damien's hand still locked firmly in her's, "Go pick your horses. Don't just go for the pretty ones, but the ones that you know you'll be able to ride." She eyed one of her flock mates that went by the name Christina. The angel just laughed, "WELL then, Genevieve, you act like I always go for the ones I can't handle."

"You do, Christina. Might I mention a name of a certain Tyler?" This comment made many of the flock burst into laughter as Christina blushed.

"Alright. You win, Commander." Soon everyone had disappeared into the stables to find their horses. Genevieve walked through each stall and came upon a beautiful black stallion. She let go of Damien's hand and petted the horse to ensure trust. It nudged at her hand as if in understanding and Genevieve knew she'd found her horse. She unlocked the cage and ushered the stallion out. The stable hand met up with her with the necessary saddle and food she would need.

After mounting the horse with Damien behind her they headed out of the stables where everyone waited on their horses, "We'll be riding until its to dark to do so. Then we'll set up camp. Got it?"

The statement was met with approving nods as they all began to walk along the road that would lead them to Augusta.