Dykoria sat atop Morne Nuru, who gave a small rear, his nostril's flaring.
"Calm down, it's alright." Dykoria soothed her horse.
"Who is that?" Dykoria leaned over to Lorin.
"I don't know." She replied.
The girl on the pure white horse ahead sat tall, and looked somewhat angry.
(OOC: sry that was short, my class ended...)
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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