"I got this horse from my father. He expected me to ride it and leave this place… Eventually.
But I stuck around. I couldn't abandon these people."
Nadia caressed the young horse's thick coat. Her hand was gentle and held a faint sense of nostalgia and longing. It reminded her of her deceased father. He was a good man.
"I raised it from a baby to this state. It is only five years old and still needs one or two more years to reach maturity.
But it should be able to carry you no problem, Snow.
You kept your promise and brought the cure to us. But we betrayed your kindness.
I owe you at least this. It's the most precious thing that I have.
Please allow me to give it to you, high lord..."
Nadia led the horse to Siderius. It let out a short neigh, indicating its hesitation. But the horse still came over to Siderius, a sign that it was fairly obedient.
