Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-11457306-20131223025522

Chuckling, Anwen touched her heels to the dappled mare's flanks and trotted after Jack, posting lightly in the saddle. The mare had a smooth gait but a trot was the most uncomfortable speed a horse had. Consulting her inner compass she turned toward Skyrim. No matter where she was in all of Tamriel, she knew where home was.