Cedric's hand extends down from horseback, sat atop a gleaming stallion, its mane shimmering under moon. He's taller here, impractically silky shirt plunging low over muscular chest. It's a dream, so the flashes of scar are only dashing. It's a dream, so he doesn't remember a wound.
"Been looking for you," Shoulders ripple. "They're after that book of yours."
Who? Someone dangerous. The air is heady with jasmine. They're far from the stables, and never mind how he made it into this walled garden, only that the hedges are short enough to leap.
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Cedric's hand extends down from horseback, sat atop a gleaming stallion, its mane shimmering under moon. He's taller here, impractically silky shirt plunging low over muscular chest. It's a dream, so the flashes of scar are only dashing. It's a dream, so he doesn't remember a wound.
"Been looking for you," Shoulders ripple. "They're after that book of yours."
Who? Someone dangerous. The air is heady with jasmine. They're far from the stables, and never mind how he made it into this walled garden, only that the hedges are short enough to leap.