As Rider of the Lead Mare of Herd Magenti, her mother’s tent was situated close to the center of the spiral of stone monoliths that marked the Rendezvous Site as a place of layline power, but even had the stones not been there, positioned like ancient, mute guardians, the cavernous underground opening that lay in the center of them was evidence of the destructive power of the sun that was so great that centuries ago it had opened the earth and utterly changed the world. THREE YEARS IN THE PAST-PLAINS OF THE WIND RIDERS-RENDEZVOUS SITEĭawn was teasing the horizon and causing the sky to blush when River made her way silently from the crowded tent she shared with her mother, her two aunts, five cousins, three younger sisters, her mother’s mare and the two geldings who had many years ago chosen her aunts as their Riders.
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