Here we go again. Each week as Sunday comes around I set aside most of the day for a reading binge of epic proportions. Sometimes i wonder if it would be possible to splice all the separate six sentences together and come up with a story that would make sense. Probably not but it would be a giggle trying.
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My six this week picks up a bit down the page from last weeks, because there was some dialogue that didn’t make sense unless I posted all of it and all of it was 8 sentences. Cynfal suggested that Gwion walk with him to give the horses time to gossip and Gwion agreed.
Gwion’s broken voice seemed rougher, huskier, today and Cynfal decided not to try and make him talk. Lack of conversation would have the benefit of keeping him wondering a bit about Cynfal – a little mystery keeping potential lovers interested even when under the eye of a disapproving relative. Indeed Cynon had looked back a couple of times and frowned to see who Gwion was walking with. But he surely couldn’t argue with the sense of walking the spirited stallion alongside the pony. Cynfal had seen such things before – a stud stallion that was a killer unless one particular hound stayed nearby, a war horse that became intractable when its rider’s partner was moved to another unit and remained useless until he and his mount were moved back again. That Otter was devoted to Swan was plain.