Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191213230501

"We must move. Quickly." Lysilde said instead of explaining.

A murder of crows could be heard and seen to scatter as if they knew what was up.

Lysilde flicked her reins and Morin went forward faster than before but not galloping. Galloping could bring whatever it was to them by the mere sound of hoofbeats stamping.