Lys: Wild Horses

So I have a little liar on my hands. Wonderful. But, she told herself, he still might be a good guide. She would just have to take everything he said with a grain of salt. She followed the boy out into the morning sunshine.
Did everything have to be so hard? Wasn't there some thing in which she could take her ease and not be wary?

She heard a familiar voice hail them, and looked up to see the Guttersnipe at the well. With a sigh, she waved back. The day was shaping up to be another wild, plunging horse ride.