‘Has Karina been fed?’

Hamae nods at the mention of the others’ horse, freakishly similar to him in more ways than one; long white hair, piercing red eyes, loud and agonisingly lazy on the road. Hamae thinks Kayaras would sulk alone for months if they were ever separated. To find such a horse is incredibly rare bad luck alone, considering a horses nature is to run, and even more so since she is practically a four- legged version of the man. Despite being advised numerous times to pick another horse, Kayaras stubbornly insisted on keeping Karina for the simple reason of looking alike, so, perhaps he thought she was a symbol of good luck sent from the heavens. He would be a fool to still have that mindset.

A picky eater with strict dietary necessities, to put it nicely. Only the most luxurious of the lot, stomping her feet into the ground if the food is not catered to her linkings and not even bothering to pay it any mind if served in too small a portion. If she were a noble lady, she’d be the biggest and whiniest of them all.

Thankfully, Kayaras isn’t a noble.

‘Yes,’ he starts, ‘beansprouts, fruits…’

Fresh grass, little bit of this, little bit of that, and it’s no wonder this horse is so slow. If Hamae ever changed his diet like Karinas for a day, Socials Sect would surely go bankrupt.