*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

(Alfric is outta here, it'll be the new year before Alena gets her lazy butt up lol)
( language tsk tsk ;) )

"Fine. Fine!" Emilee dropped the rope. "You can keep your fat little self here for all I care. You can stay and wait for the wolves to come out and devour you!" she exclaimed. She was exasperated wth the poor pony and decided to just leave her. Emilee walked forward about ten yards when she heard a clip-clop behind her. She didn't look back but continued on down the path. After a few minutes, she felt something fuzzy nudge her shoulder. "I see how it is," Emilee smirked. "As soon as I threaten to leave you, you come whimpering back to me. Scared of a little old coyote, huh?" She chattered, though of course Daisy couldn't understand her. Emilee picked up the now dirty rope and readjusted the halter.
 
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