Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2601:647:4000:5CE0:6888:6CC8:AEB3:8417-20191208233553/@comment-44390494-20191211043433

Ezra glittered into the gloomy clearing. She was riding Everest, but free of his intricate tack. Instead, she rode him bareback, which was not a problem for her, given the fact she'd done it a couple more times at the woods back at her place.

No, not her place. There was no place for her anymore. She didn't belong.

She straightened her gold-embroidered brown backpack's weight on her shoulder, still trying to adjust to its heavyness. Her family had insisted in her bringing memories from home. Not that she wanted them, though. They would only bring back to now distant memories she was trying so hard to leave behind.