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"Robyn?" the boy's voice stirred Robyn from her thoughts, and she turned her head to face her brother. Their horses were going at a steady pace, him on his chestnut stallion, her on her dun mare. "Yes, Samson?" she asked. His face looked troubled. "I'm worried."
"What about?"
"Well, other witches. What will they think of me?" he was clearly spooked after the incident in the last town they stayed in.
"Samson, if you keep you hood up and your head down, I am sure it will be alright." he didn't look convinced.
"If mother was here, she would protect us."
She pulled her horse to a stop next to his, and reached out to grasp his pentacle gently. "you see this?" he nodded. "This was our mothers. As long as it is yours, she is with you. With us both." he nodded, smiling gently, and she ruffled his hair. After about two more minutes of riding, they reached the town, tied up their horses, and Samson put his hood up, hiding his features. Only the ends of his reddish-brown hair showed.