Skeleton-Horse

As soon as the bundle of clothes was out of his hand, Fakir spun around on his feet and darted over to the moss-covered wall, immediately slamming his forehead against the rock and pressing a fist over one of his temples. The squawk of the redheaded girl as she fell back in the water with a splash went ignored, for the time being. He stood rigid in his spot, teeth gritting, and waited for her to get back in her damn clothes. “Y-You didn’t have to—-throw them all at once!” he heard her say, her voice giving away the fact that she was slightly shivering from the loss of a feathered coat. Fakir shook his head, slamming