this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
“Yep, any excuse t’get my feet on the ground again,” the barkeep readily agrees, though it takes her longer than anticipated to get her legs to one side and slide on down the saddle of her horse. The mare, for once, is glad to put her head down and is quickly grazing, while Raza does a tentative stretch. The ache in her legs is worse today, but she knows that if she doesn’t work through it, it’ll be unbearable tomorrow.
Keeping her trident in front of her, Raza starts to walk a perimeter around Ray, the unicorns, and the rest of their horses. Every now and then she stops and stares quietly into the dark, listening, trying to determine if what she hears is friend or foe.
“Y’ever been this far from Torchline?” she asks Ray once she comes back round to the group. It’s clear Raza hasn’t. She ain’t one for the sea, which for awhile, was the only way out
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Raza walks a perimeter around the unicorns, trying to keep 'em safe.
Keeping her trident in front of her, Raza starts to walk a perimeter around Ray, the unicorns, and the rest of their horses. Every now and then she stops and stares quietly into the dark, listening, trying to determine if what she hears is friend or foe.
“Y’ever been this far from Torchline?” she asks Ray once she comes back round to the group. It’s clear Raza hasn’t. She ain’t one for the sea, which for awhile, was the only way out
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Raza walks a perimeter around the unicorns, trying to keep 'em safe.
RAZA
