While the day was drawing late and Irene had been feeling tired for hours, she was suddenly reenergized at the sight of the encampment that looked more like a small village of tents.
If the Knights of Hydrogia were there, that meant the others had more help. She hoped that they had been there a while, but considering the long time it took to travel between the two places, she understood that it likely wasn't the case.
The apprentice's knees squeezed her horse's sides, and she felt Sorrel become more invigorated as well. Did the sight of the place make him know that he was finally going to be able to eat well and rest? He was an old horse and had served her family so well for the past few years. She hadn't expected to take him away from her father, but it somehow turned out like that, and no one ever said anything about it.
