Ciara--Disobedience

	After Connor's group was out of sight, and she couldn't hear their horses steps anymore, Ciara took her hand off of Embarr's neck and let him back up.  He shook himself, like he always when he had a dust bath, and frisked like a colt.  She lay where she was for a moment longer.  The grass here was very soft, and the sun felt so good against her back that moving felt like a penance.  But it didn't take long for Embarr to get bored, and it was impossible for her to rest when he kept poking his muzzle into her side.
	His ears perked up when she dragged herself back up on his back, and he pawed at the ground in excitement.  It was a long way back to Oseille, and she hadn’t brought anything with her, even though she'd known better than to expect Connor to change his mind.  But Niamh had taught her how to find things to eat in the wild, and she knew how to go without.  She was sure that Embarr could keep her ahead of her father, too, and that he could outrun any danger.  She shut her eyes against the wind, as Embarr moved up to a gallop, and stroked his neck, urging him to run faster.  If she could get to Oseille before Connor did, maybe she could stop the fighting before it began.