The horses are completely silent, their hooves not so much as causing the water to ripple. For the most part they're on the small side, very sturdy, more like heavily built ponies than the kinds of horses more common in parades.
One is carrying a rider who looks quite a bit like Need. A young man - somewhere in his mid teens - with long, lush, braided black hair and very different clothes, but his features are very like hers, if younger and without prominent scars. The tattoo just showing on his chest is stark and new, not faded like hers. He also, inasmuch as any personality can be inferred at a glance, seems inclined to be more serious and solemn than Need is.
If Need reacts to him, it doesn't show. She's very still, and the rider, pulling an arrow from a quiver, rides on obliviously past.
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One is carrying a rider who looks quite a bit like Need. A young man - somewhere in his mid teens - with long, lush, braided black hair and very different clothes, but his features are very like hers, if younger and without prominent scars. The tattoo just showing on his chest is stark and new, not faded like hers. He also, inasmuch as any personality can be inferred at a glance, seems inclined to be more serious and solemn than Need is.
If Need reacts to him, it doesn't show. She's very still, and the rider, pulling an arrow from a quiver, rides on obliviously past.