Reins are draped in no particular fashion across the polished pommel of a saddle, her horse requiring little guidance whilst they traverse over a path. Her zerrikanian grey is in his younger years but reliable, uneasily spooked.
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there ย is ย a vortex ย of ย fate ย around ย all ย of ย us, ย growing ย with ย each ย and ย every ย oneย ย of ย our ย choices, ย drawing ย our ย destinies ย in ย closer.
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Khalidaโs court, her mother and grandmother. Soft browns drop but not out of fear nor discomfort. โIโm aware.โ She offers a small nod. Khalida simply doesnโt wish to draw attention. Not right now.
Do hooded figures not often possess beauty or just those heโs crossed paths with? Heโs handsome. Itโs impossible not to notice. Not with such a strong jaw and piercing eyes. Sheโs heard of men with such eyes. Witchers. Monster slayers. Theyโd once been closely associated with +
he was not expecting such a lovely visage to stare right back at him. thereโs a moment of silence before herik catches himself and blinks, lets go of her bicep and hums. โits alright, just be more careful. not everyone is friendly.โ
Thereโs a small gasp, soft browns rising to fall upon a towering stature and her heart pounds. โMy apologies.โ She chuckles almost breathlessly, gaze dropping to his hand upon her bicep. โI didnโt mean to intrude.โ
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โ a tan visage is hidden beneath
โ the shadow of a low hanging
โ hood, the princess working her
โ way through an excited crowd
โ and bumps into the ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
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