Jul. 27th, 2022

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The woods are peaceful. Even the demon bunnies seem disinclined to do much more than lay about, dozing.

And then there's the thundering of hooves, sudden and surprising, as an elf lord on a dark grey stallion appear on a path where there was no one just now.

He feels the change before he sees it, half a breath before he is here instead of there. Such is the bond still between the valley and its lord.

He brings the horse up, mindful of the greater risk of wanderers here and they proceed at a more sedate pace, the bright sun reflecting in the metal ornaments adorning the tack and the well-oiled leather.