[color=D6CC88][u][b]Outside Galloway[/b][/u]

 Amuné considered the issue of the horse's name.  "How about Jorvind?" she said at last, giving the horse a pat.  "You're Jorvind now, okay?"  The girl adjusted her seat a little.  When Ethan shared her praise of her mom's stew, Amuné nodded eagerly.  "Yes, everyone's invited!  You can't work /all/ the time, Nymira.  A break for dinner won't hurt, will it?"  The girl hoped they could all come.  She was sure her parents would want to meet the people that had helped her, and she wanted to stay in touch with Ethan even after she was reunited with her family.

In lieu of reins, since Ethan had those, the girl grabbed a handful of Jorvind's mane.  She remembered her daddy telling her that it was okay to hold onto a horse's mane, as long as you didn't pull on it hard.  The hair was very coarse, even more so than Wyth's fur, but that didn't bother her.  She leaned back against Ethan, breathing in the scent of his leather coat.  "So...what are you looking for?" Amuné asked.  "I mean, we know Nymira's goals, and Cecil wants to find out about himself.  I'm trying to find my parents.  But what about you?"[/color]