Hey there, it's me again!
Wow, the last time I updated this was in April, holy crap xD
Here's a quick chapter just to get things running again before the big stuff happens ;) Enjoy!
"So these horses can be used in battle?" I asked, picking at my yak leg. Despite having been unconscious for a good amount of time, I had no appetite whatsoever.
Alvin, on the other hand, had plenty of appetite. He bit into his portion of meat, chewed for a bit, then answered. "That's right. Celts use them for everything: work, travel, lifting things, basically everything you'd use a dragon for. But without the flying, of course!"
"How many of them do you have?"
Alvin scratched a bit of his stubbly chin that wasn't covered by his huge beard. "I'd say about twenty or so in total. Why do you ask?"
"Would you be able to get any more?" I continued, ignoring his question.
"I'm sure I'd be able to pull a few strings in Pictland." He chuckled. "It might take a few weeks, though, seen as we'd have to sail there and back, and it's quite a long distance away as you can imagine. What do you need them for?"
My heart dropped when I heard the time it would take, but I couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of going somewhere so far away and different from anywhere in the archipelago. "When's the soonest we can go?"
Alvin put down his yak leg. "You want to go there?" I nodded.
The man scratched his chin again and thought for a second. "Well, no one's really expecting to be leaving again so soon, so it might take a couple of days to get everything ready. But why do you want to go? What are you going to do with the horses?"
I smiled, my eyes shining. "I'm going to take back my island."
Pictland = Old name for the north eastern part of Scotland
Again, I'm sorry it was so short, but don't worry, the big stuff will come soon enough!
See you then!