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Current Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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Poor DNS guy. Piles and piles of yaoi.

Anyway, Rain, domesticated wyverns don't breathe fire. I think the wild born ones do, though, but the rideable ones don't.

Other than that, I think he's alright!
Eh I'm just here eating cereal. XD
Morning~
Not much fun, though. It's just started XD
Nice post, Jed.
Alright!
Yay~
*awkward first post*
Aelia Theroux


It had been a long day.

Her body felt as if it had been through a tough battle, already; aches and pains ran up and down her limbs, becoming more prominent when she moved them. While she had spent most of her time traveling in a wagon, she wanted nothing more than to have something soft to lean her back against. That, along with her legs, were the ones that screamed most in protest. She was more than pleased when the caravan stopped and a loud, rough voice called that they were to rest for the night. Finally, she would be able to get fresh air and some space to herself—being in a cramped space with strangers, no matter what they called each other, was more than nerve-wracking.

Aelia jumped out of the wagon, almost falling on her face before she was able to regain her footing. This was unlike the time when she was roaming around on her lonesome; she had her own mount and didn’t have to deal with so many unfamiliar faces. Speaking of which, where was Zaide? Some soldier was probably taking care of him, as they told her that she should stay in the wagon with the rest of the volunteers. She was more than worried when she couldn’t spot her mount, her eyes rapidly flicking around as she searched for a gray flank and light mane.

Perhaps one of the soldiers would know where he was. They had been mounted on horses, after all, so someone had to have seen him. The blonde made her way over to the tents that had been pitched a few minutes earlier and peeked into several of them, looking for a worthy-looking enough individual that would help her. For a second, she was wondered if her search would be successful, or if she had to ask a random man or woman that had accompanied her in the wagon. Knowing them, they would probably laugh at her and wave her off, or something of the sort.

It was then that she caught sight of a few people making a campfire in the middle of one of the tents. Aelia faltered for a moment as she thought about approaching them. After a few more seconds of hesitation, she steeled her nerves and walked up to them. ”Pardon,” she paused a foot away from them, the frown on her face growing more prominent. ”Have any of you seen a gray horse with a red saddlecloth around here? One of the soldiers said that he would take care of him while I was in the wagon, but now I can’t find the horse anywhere.”


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Ugh I haveta study but I wanna post.
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