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okteiviakom) wrote2021-12-06 02:42 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2021-12-06 02:42 pm
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The Port of Fandom, Dock by the Samsara, Monday Morning
The sound was unmistakable, even though it seemed oddly... small. There were hooves on the dock, and the noise was enough to draw Octavia out of her cabin, then off her boat.
To where there were tiny white horses neighing up at her.
... In a pretty insistent fashion, actually. She looked back at the Samsara. Did she even have anything horses could eat in there right now?
[ooc: Open!]
To where there were tiny white horses neighing up at her.
... In a pretty insistent fashion, actually. She looked back at the Samsara. Did she even have anything horses could eat in there right now?
[ooc: Open!]