Imagine a pencil drawing in a fantasy style: Newly visible moonlit shadows made it easier for Cassandra to navigate the compacted gravel and dirt tree-lined road. She returned to a gallop, though not full speed, worried about running into a rogue tree limb. Swiftness was no good if an unforeseen branch knocked you off your horse. Twice a large branch brushed her head despite her previous memorized daylight rides to the county’s border. See more