#muse?

It was the fleeing flock of robins that was the first sign of trouble in the small village. The second was the distant pounding of hooves, and by the loud rhythmic sound approaching, there was easily more than a hundred horses in the party. The ground was too frozen from the winter freeze for the horses to kick up dust from the road, but the villagers already knew what direction the riders were coming from, there was only one direction they ever came from.

Yes, please.

Roleplayers: Let me know if you’d like to interact with Merman Doppo.

“Maybe my ass! I have magic to practice”

The young boy was rather quiet for his age, his head tilted in a way that a three year old’s tended not to be. It was strange, but what was even stranger was the fact that he didn’t appear to have any sort of supervision, adult or otherwise as he watched from the side of the street, sat on the grass in some raggedy looking clothing.