Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200209191941/@comment-5543592-20200213052446

Nyasia saddled up in front of Helian, patting Bucky's neck. The war-beast had remained perfectly calm through all the chaos.

Her clothing was muddy, wet, and cold. Sitting on the saddle, it chafed in just the wrong area. It was going to be a very, very uncomfortable ride going forwards. If the gods were willing, her next bath would be soon.