And so it went on, with the two of them wandering further and further into the valley, even crossing the river. “I helped build that mill downstream. That was a piece of work, let me tell you.” Catskill found herself getting lost in her memories and Amanita hung on every word. “The post still arrived on time out here, believe it or not. Those postmares were the biggest badasses in the world.” Catskill wasn’t even sure if she was talking for Amanita or herself; it’d been a long time since she’d truly thought about Mystic. “A friend lived in that house, and it had a broken window to the cellar I could climb through as a foal. I often met her down there when she was supposed to be grounded.” It was like she’d shut out most of her life, maybe to forget Taconic. “An old stallion spent almost a decade carving that statue. He died a few weeks after finishing it. Good, ain’t it?” Amanita looked more and more thoughtful with every word Catskill said.