Honeyed Pasture She just sleeps through the night

Eydís. She offered up her own name, her gaze now drifting past him. Towards Forneskja, towards home. Come. She quickly moved into a trot. She did not wish to remain in the dark for long.

She was unsure when her discomfort began, her unwillingness to be encased in darkness. Her fear of the moon and stars looming over her, judging her.

She felt watched, intimidated. She could not allow herself to be alone.