Thursday prompt #2  share 145 days ago by Realtaí The caravan travelled through the thick woods quickly despite the rough trail. The horses snorted and tossed their heads, their warm breath turning cloudy as it hit the cool air, trailing from their nostrils like dragon’s smoke. To the right of the trail, the trees began to thin and drop away, revea ... Realtaí - whitepupsworks.livejournal.com |
