TATHIEL
I exited the stables, wiping my hands on an old white rag. It was my day to muck out the stalls, which I really didn't mind much considering I liked horses. Talon's tongue hung out of his mouth like a dog's and I arched an eyebrow at the jaguar. He always had been a bit of an odd one. "Going canine on me are you Talon?" I asked before starting to whistle to myself.
After I was done here, I would go see Ceria in the palace. She was out riding now, but she'd be back sooner or later.
Talon's tongue was back in his mouth suddenly, tail twitching nervously. I heard hoofebeats and looked up from my cat-turned-canine to see Ceria's horse galloping towards me full speed. Without Ceria. The horse slowed, breathing heavily. He was sketchy, eyes darting every which way. I stroked the creature's nose, suddenly terrified.
"Where's Ceria?" I hissed, half expecting the horse to answer before realizing that I must have gone mad for thinking such things.
I lead the horse back to the stables, deep in thought. Where was Ceria? Panick was settling in and I quickly placed the horse back in his stall without removing his equipment. I latched the gate closed and sprinted to the palace, Talon at my heels. She's alright, she can't be gone... She's capable...
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