May. 24th, 2017

freedom_is_grey: (Cloak from behind)
Ysalwen shoulders her pack, picks up her staff, and checks to make sure her sword is still strapped firmly to her back.

Liranan yips, trotting over so she can check that his spiked collar and protective kaddith are appropriately applied.

Then she turns to Hal, mouth quirking upward at one corner.

"Ready?"
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