The horse nickered.
The knight clutched the reins tighter as he waited.
She glanced down from the turret window and wondered, “will he come for me?”
Thunder clapped.
The horse jerked, fearful of the coming storm as he waited.
“Should I run to him? Shall I pack my bags and ride away with him?”
Mist rolled in.
The horse danced and nickered again as he waited.
“I had better decide what to do, before he disappears into the night.”
The horse neighed.
The sound of the horses hooves grew quieter in the mist as he waited.
She threw her belongings into a bag and ran down the steps out the front door.
Gravel crunched.
The horse calmed and sighed heavily as he waited.
“Where is he? Oh, where did he go?” She screamed at the mist, watching it clear.
Lightning flashed.
The horse vanished, though the knight held tight as he waited.
She cried out. The mist had stolen him away from her. Again.
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