An hour on horseback, and they could begin to see an army gathered up in the distance, bearing Blackthorn banners, Patrick banners, banners of low-noble Houses, and banners of the Treeants. They began to slow then, to evaluate their would-be battlefield from a distance, before they themselves became involved in it.
Fingers coiled their way around their reins. A tightness that Oliver was not aware of, present in every one of his muscles. A stiffness of the jaw, and an animation of the eyes. The horse beneath him too felt it, the pressure built between the two of them. Sensing what it was that lay ahead of them, and feeling the magnitude of it.
