Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20200121202712/@comment-44390494-20200126014229

Harlow flickered into her hidden tree-house. She walked inside and hung her cloak on a wooden coat-hanger (I have no idea how to call that), then went back out and greeted her horse, Artax.

("ARTAX! DON'T LET THE SADDNES IN THE SWAMP WIN OVER YOU!" Anyone get it? :,3 It's a really old sotry, so I don't expect you to, but . . .)