Najya cannot remember the last time she had been drawn this far north. But it seemed that she was not the only one who had contracted wanderlust this Orangemoon night. The little mare shivered, as she was ill prepared for the cool temperatures this far north that seemed to hint at the oncoming Frostfall. She was a creature of the desert through and through. Najya |
Najya chooses Treat.
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