ping into the night. “He was right not to trust you,” she said.
Lowering his weapon, B??ri Khan turned to Xianniang. He looked pleased. Without another word, he walked down the rocky outcropping toward his yurt.
Xianniang watched hinbsp; go, a frown on her face. She had heard his ssage. She would not challenge hinot yet, at least.
Mulan was tired. She was tired and hungry. Fronbsp; her spot astride Black Wind, she shook her head, loosening the tension in her neck. Her long hair, which had been tucked under her father’s helt, cascaded down her back. It had been a long, hard ride so far, and already her body ached. She was not used to the weight of the arr or the feel of a sword, or the lited sight she had fronbsp; under the helt. But she knew all were necessary if she was going to convince anyone she was a n on his way to war.
It felt like she had been riding for days. And when she wasn’t riding, she was walking to give Black Wind a break. She had seen every type of countryside China had to offer. She had wandered through foggy forests and plodded through sway rivers. Black Wind had galloped thenbsp; over long stretches of grass, and she had led hinbsp; over rocky crags.
Now she found herself riding through a baoo forest. The tall grass rose into the air, its bark soth. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy, bathing the ground in dinbsp; light. It was peaceful, and for the first ti since she had left her ho, Mulan felt as though she could relax. She let out a deep breath and felt her back loosen. Beneath her, Black Wind nickered, happy to have Mulan’s tense legs release so of their pressure on his sides.
SQUAWK!
The awful sound startled Mulan and she pulled back sharply on Black Wind’s reins. Turning in the direction of the noise, Mulan saw a sll bird dodging in and out of the baoo. As it ca closer, Mulan’s lip pulled back. Bird was perhaps too generous a description. This creature looked like a big, half-plucked turkey with wings that hung unevenly. Its feathers were dull and faded and its eyes seed to have trouble focusing. The creature was, all in all, ugly.
Squeezing her legs against Black Wind’s sides once again, Mulan urged hinbsp; forward. The bird, or whatever it was, looked like it was sick. She didn’t want to let it get near the
By the ti Mulan pulled Black Wind to a stop for the day, she had alst otten about the bird. Making a sll fire at the base of an enorus sleeping Buddha statue, she heated up one of the last bits of ri
Lowering his weapon, B??ri Khan turned to Xianniang. He looked pleased. Without another word, he walked down the rocky outcropping toward his yurt.
Xianniang watched hinbsp; go, a frown on her face. She had heard his ssage. She would not challenge hinot yet, at least.
Mulan was tired. She was tired and hungry. Fronbsp; her spot astride Black Wind, she shook her head, loosening the tension in her neck. Her long hair, which had been tucked under her father’s helt, cascaded down her back. It had been a long, hard ride so far, and already her body ached. She was not used to the weight of the arr or the feel of a sword, or the lited sight she had fronbsp; under the helt. But she knew all were necessary if she was going to convince anyone she was a n on his way to war.
It felt like she had been riding for days. And when she wasn’t riding, she was walking to give Black Wind a break. She had seen every type of countryside China had to offer. She had wandered through foggy forests and plodded through sway rivers. Black Wind had galloped thenbsp; over long stretches of grass, and she had led hinbsp; over rocky crags.
Now she found herself riding through a baoo forest. The tall grass rose into the air, its bark soth. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy, bathing the ground in dinbsp; light. It was peaceful, and for the first ti since she had left her ho, Mulan felt as though she could relax. She let out a deep breath and felt her back loosen. Beneath her, Black Wind nickered, happy to have Mulan’s tense legs release so of their pressure on his sides.
SQUAWK!
The awful sound startled Mulan and she pulled back sharply on Black Wind’s reins. Turning in the direction of the noise, Mulan saw a sll bird dodging in and out of the baoo. As it ca closer, Mulan’s lip pulled back. Bird was perhaps too generous a description. This creature looked like a big, half-plucked turkey with wings that hung unevenly. Its feathers were dull and faded and its eyes seed to have trouble focusing. The creature was, all in all, ugly.
Squeezing her legs against Black Wind’s sides once again, Mulan urged hinbsp; forward. The bird, or whatever it was, looked like it was sick. She didn’t want to let it get near the
By the ti Mulan pulled Black Wind to a stop for the day, she had alst otten about the bird. Making a sll fire at the base of an enorus sleeping Buddha statue, she heated up one of the last bits of ri