The land rolled bright green into the hills, and beyond was the soft blue of distant mountains. It was almost completely clear overhead where a hawk hung lazily in the morning sky. Hugh turned on the saddle, Behind him - to the east - was Cryslandon, the white and fold of the tower dazzling beneath the sun.The Vandorian turned back, flipping the reins against Santor’s shoulder, and the big horse increased his gait. He gave the animal full rein. Santor stretched his muscles to a spirited gallop,
