Emmeryn Cosette. Just a whisper of her name, and gossip breaks out among the town as fast as you could say magic wand. The fair, ivory-skinned brunette, very petite, intelligent, and shy. Rumor is she has barely ever spoken a word, but that’s probably a lie. The lass has a horse, that responds to no one but her, who she rides to earn her keep, the golden horse that prances and leaps. Emmeryn Cosette, everyone knows her name. I wonder who fault that was, who is to blame. Cover by Broken_