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Angels and Blood - Chapter 8Chapter 8Angels and Blood - Chapter 8 by Black--Moth
Horse and Hair
“Never let it be said that I gave bad advice,” said the samurai.
The big horse didn't even seem to notice the extra weight as they made their way along the path. Riven sighed, admittedly glad to watch the scenery pass her without effort.
“You seem like a rider,” he spoke again.
She rubbed her heels lightly over the animal's warm flanks.
“Yeah. I used to ride.” Then, after a moment. “Where'd you get a Demacian charger?”
“Should I tell you that?”
She huffed a laugh.
“Thaaaat you got him off the black market in Zaun or Bilgewater?”
“Ah, that I earned him off the black market in Bilgewater. It's not easy to get a horse like this.”
“Uhuh. Well. Where there's a will there's a way in Bilgewater.”
He nudged a shoulder up, turning his eyes to the sky.
“If you can stay alive long enough, yeah.”
She was just about to speak again, but then he turned his
Angels and Blood - Chapter 7Chapter 7Angels and Blood - Chapter 7 by Black--Moth
At first light, when she'd nudged his shoulder to tell him she was headed out, he'd merely curled up a little and grumbled something incoherent. Riven laughed under her breath, set a scrap of paper on his face that read “Thanks. Maybe you were right.” and walked to the door. She paused on the way out and glanced back at him.
“I wonder who you are,” she said softly.
And she left.
The way through the Iron Spikes was not easy. This crossing would take her through its lowest points, but still the path ascended at 45 degree angles at times. She was not taking the eastern pass which came out right above Noxus, but a different path. Parades of sure-footed pack-mules passed periodically, hailing their own approach with the steady bank bonk bank of their neck bells. The path was not too narrow but still she would stand to the side and watch them pass to enjoy the spectacle if nothing else. She nodded at the herdsman as they head