The horse is being ridden by a human, one dressed perfectly normally and bearing no unique traits of any sort. She's dressed in a black tunic and skirt, and is wearing a sandy cloak with a hood pulled up. She has a leather satchel on, and her horse's saddlebags are stuffed. She appears to be a merchant of some sort.
Quail was riding her horse, Creek, in the plains, headed toward the general direction of the hills. It was somewhat late and she was tired, but wasn't willing to stop until she reached some sign of society. She was also somewhat exhausted from her trading; she hadn't sold a thing that day and her quest to get a donkey remained fruitless.
The blond yawned. Maybe I'll need to rest under a tree again today after all... how many days has it been?
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Just a nerd who recently got a drawing tablet
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