*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Before Arthur could say something, she was off on Sparrow and soon got into a fast gallop.
What am I thinking? I rejected once, now why is it so hard this time? Lariah thought as she galloped away. A tear fell down her cheek. She saw the forest and urged Sparrow faster. She jumped over the river and saw the targets set up for the archers. She lifted her bow and arrow and started shooting them in her anger. Lariah let out a sob that came with no tears. She rode on, into the dense forest. throns scratched her and Sparrow stumbled. But she rode on.
 

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