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[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

Sparhawk is outside, riding Faran to give him some exercise, and enjoying the wind in his hair and the not-thinking-about-the-End-of-the-Universe-ness of the simple act.

As he rides around the normal-looking precincts of the back area, he shakes his head and reflects on how much his thinking has changed in just a few days. He is no longer sure where the line between reality and fantastical begins or ends. and this bothers him a lot. He is used to defining things, or having them defined for him. Not having this? Bugs him.

Thus, a thoughtful and disgruntled Sparhawk is out back, riding.