Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191227190833/@comment-44390494-20191229180205

Heather cautioudly nudged Dante, her horse, forward, not taking her eyes of the delicious pastries in the wooden stall's showcase. She pulled her navy blue cloak's hood up while they slowly padded forward. Out of nothing, they broke into a speedy canter, and she leaned in towards her right, grabbed multiple cakes, and took off into the woods.

She could hear the seller's angry voice protesting loudly, "Heather, I know it was you! You rusty sasquatch!"

"Victory!" she replied, giggling uncontrollably as she and her horse disappeared into the wildlife.