Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191229023918

Nyasia rode on Baldr's destrier. She was not used to the large, powerful animal, and felt him fighting her for control. She was an unfamiliar rider and the horse sensed her anxiety. She barely had the strength to keep him line. Baldr's help was in her lap, held between her legs. She pictured him as he had been on horseback, resplendent in his lacquered armor. There was not anyone that had looked more a warrior, she thought.

"That way." Nyasia pointed in the direction of Weaver's Glade.