“Just don't go running after a beautiful white horse or a pretty-faced young man and you'll be fine."
"And stay out of the water," Azriel added solemnly.
"What if the mask is in the water?" She gestured to the vast bog. They'd fly over it, they'd decided, and let her sense whatever lay here.
"Then Az and I will draw straws like the tough warriors we are and the loser goes in.”