Soren shook the snowflakes from his mane, but more quickly gathered. William patted the horse's neck. "Almost there." He looked back at Amaris. "Are you alright?" She nodded, but kept her face buried in his cloak.
My girl Jessa- this is all a bit medieval but it's still the vibe I want
Dame Sylris Valen riding her white steed, Asfaloth, in the Highlands.