Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191230001103

Scaldor headed over to the fire to nab himself the best spot.

Nyasia moved to follow, but stopped after a single step. She would have no tent if she did not set it up herself.

She returned to the stallion. The animal was baying nervously, eyes searching for it's rider. Nyasia set a hand on the horse's flank and pet the stallion until he calmed.

They fit each other, in a way. She, without a horse, and this destrier riderless. All horses needed a name, although Baldr had refrained from given one to his. What would suit him?