Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191227190833/@comment-44390494-20191229193846

Heather noticed some comotion further down the beach, but she quickly disposed of her doubts. She chuckled happily as the crystal waves soared gently through her and Dante. Her horse let out a cheerful neigh when he jumped over a particularly strong wave. They were both used to this: the slight tug of the riptide attempting to pull them in into its lair, the salty sprays of water moisting around them, the fierce waves forming wide obstacles for them to bounce over. It was the perfect place, in Heather's opinion.