In response, the bird took flight again, perching on another branch with an expectant air. "Do you want me to follow you?" asked Aryel, tilting her head. She took a step forward, then stopped in one of her rare moments when she considered before she acted. What if it was a trap, and this bird was some sort of malign spirit?
No, that was ridiculous. Besides, she was strong (for a horse not even fifteen hands) and fast. If there was danger, she would be ready. Adventure was beckoning! Aryel kicked up her heels and galloped to the bird's perch, following it.
(Excitement :D)
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.