#8. Chaos 2: Seventeen and Eighteen
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Summary: Next of three loosely related drabbles about mischief and the friendship between two boys.
The horse race had been Llacheu's idea. It wasn't a bad one.
The "riding bareback" part was Caldwell's idea. It was a bad one.
Llacheu sat up very slowly, blinking as mud dripped from his curly hair. "Where's my horse?"
Caldwell, standing close to the muddy ditch with his own mount, gestured vaguely. "Over there. Are you okay?"
Llacheu glared balefully up at him for a total of ten seconds.
Before lunging forward and dragging him down into the mud.
"Damn you!"
"No, damn you!"
Two older, mounted knights watched from a distance.
"Should we…" Elyan began.
"No." Percival chuckled.