Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190131190222

"I'm fine." Graicus brushed off. He thought he was fine, but by the way he clenched his fists as he walked it might not have been entirely true.

Once they reached the stables, Graicus remaining silent as the grave all throughout the brief walk, the gladiator took his horse; a sturdy brown mare, fit to be a draft horse and lead it out into the untouched snowy fields outside the city walls.

One last glance at Frasella's horse would have to do as a goodbye. He remembered how he had helped her up on to the fine animal's back that one time by simply planting her on top of it. She was so light compared to him. Both in weight and heart.