Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20171104061940/@comment-26108027-20171206232412

"wow, really?" Tiral says quietly.

In the field a little away from the trail is a graceful white horse, a feral mare. Her mane is a shining golden color, her eyes a deep brown. She looks up, hearing Tiral, and starts trotting over.

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Loti follows Miranda, finding a sure path upwards.