*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

"Um, no, actually I wouldn't," he said smartly. "Here, Gwen," he said as he held out his hand to help her onto her steed. "Peter and I can both ride on his horse," Edwin said, indicating the drenched charger.

"Thank you." She said politely, accepting his help onto the small horse.
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"Ugh." Peter rolled his eyes. He did not like this plan.
 
"Thank you." She said politely, accepting his help onto the small horse. "Ugh." Peter rolled his eyes. He did not like this plan.
Edwin made sure she was settled into the saddle before going to Peter's horse. He swung himself up, not in the least bit gracefully, then held the reins as he waited for Peter
 
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Peter still irritated, swung up onto HIS horse. "Ok. Lets go."
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Gwen looked at them, and couldn't help but giggle. "Ok." She set off full speed towards Edinburgh.
 
Edwin couldn't grasp why it was so funny seeing two soaked men on an equally soaked charger. He tried to not let it show. "Well, desperate needs call for desperate measures," he stated, then put the horse into a canter.
 
She was finally getting her laughing under control. "I though that one of you would ride my horse. It would have been alot less strange."
 
She was finally getting her laughing under control. "I though that one of you would ride my horse. It would have been alot less strange."
"One of us ride your horse with you? Now that would be uncomfortable," Edwin laughed. The petite Arabian would hardly hold one of them alone, it would seem.
 
"One of us ride your horse with you? Now that would be uncomfortable," Edwin laughed. The petite Arabian would hardly hold one of them alone, it would seem.

She shook her head. "No. One of you here and then i would be on Peter's horse!"
"Well, it's fine now. We're all settled anyways," Edwin argued. The horses continued cantering
 

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