Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-25828117-20191113225740

Helian looked at his hands. They were calloused and covered in cuts. If you had asked him a week ago if he could ever see himself riding a griffin he would've probably laughed in your face. Now he was here. In the east wing of the Aerie, home of the Welkynar. Getting ready to guide Russafeld around the famous racing grounds of Eton Nir.

He clenched his hand in a fist and then opened it again. They were still trembling.

Lysilde collected her skirts and did what Shrava suggested.

"Kashya. Follow me."

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"Why not?" The guard asked Alvoran. This event was one of the most looked forward to around the city.