A/N: This is my first ever drabble/ficlet. My prompt came from a LJ community. Where you see: ---, it means that it is mind speak.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters or anything else that you recognize, Tamora Pierce does.
Veraldaine Sarrasri positioned herself atop her steel grey mare, Cloud. She drummed her fingers impatiently against Cloud's shaggy coat.
--- Stop that, you're making me itch! --- demanded Cloud. --- And stop worrying too, you'll be fine, you always are. ---
She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, letting a small sigh escape her mouth. She knew that Cloud was most likely right but it was her natural extinct to be wary of the journey ahead. Of what Daine had been told, her adventure would be more challenging than any of her previous experiences.
Earlier that day, King Jonathon had held a meeting to inform Daine and Numair of the situation that seemed to have no solution.
Hundreds of spidrens had been found roaming the boarder separating Tortall from Scanra. Other immortals including flesh-eating unicorns, stormwings and coldfangs had also been causing havoc in the area. Both kingdoms would have to play their part in the battle, if the immortals were defeated.
As a result of this, Jonathon was sending some of his most powerful mages, riders and archers so for obvious reasons, Daine and Numair were sent to try and help in anyway they could.
A tall lanky figured appeared from the trees of the forest.
"Ready to go?" Numair asked Daine as he heaved himself up onto his mount Spots.
Daine's heart doubled in speed. This was it. This was the beginning of their adventure.
"Ready" she confirmed.
And with a nod of Numair's head, they were off.
A/N: Not sure if that made sense but review anyway. If it's completely and utterly rubbish then tell me, I don't want people lying to me. I apologise for any spelling mistakes that I have made, my spell checker is currently broken. I'll probably update tomorrow evening if I can.