Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190831165650

But when Clodagh came back to her hut, she would find a horse hitched nearby; a white-headed grey warmblood dapple.

A woman in a dress that marked her as well-off had just rekindled the fire and stood slightly bent forward while keeping her flowing cloak back with a hand so it wouldn't fall into the flames.

She turned her head to look at Clodagh who would've immediatly noticed her big green eyes. They denoted a timeless age. She was young, yes. But wise too.