| The golden, antlered stallion is the one who steps up to help lift and settle the gopher, and she gifts him a grateful -- if wane -- smile There is some shuffling of feet and maneuvering of wings around the gopher’s bulk, but eventually the strange pair are ready to set off with their prize. “Godspeed,” She answers the antlered one, before her gaze slides over to the horned stranger who has remained quiet for the last few moments. Truthfully, she’d prefer him somewhere she could keep an eye on him -- a stranger in the courts so soon after disaster had struck left her wary. “Are you coming, then?” |
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
