EIRLYS' POV
I wasn’t sure how long I lay there in the grass, unmoving, eyes fixed on the sky—blue, vast, and painfully indifferent. My shoulder throbbed with every shallow breath, and for a moment that felt endless, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even move.
My body refused to listen. All I could do was stare upward and try not to cry.
The earth beneath me smelled of crushed grass and sun-warmed soil, with a faint trace of horse still lingering. Blizzard’s hoofbeats had long since faded, vanished into silence. But the ache from the fall lingered, sharp and deep, echoing in my bones like a bruise that hadn’t yet formed.
I tried to move… just a little.
Pain lanced through my shoulder, sharp and blinding. A scream tore from my throat before I could bite it back.
“Don’t move!” Solara dropped
