Bide the Wiccan Law ye must, in perfesct love and perfect trust...
:-: fae rides up bareback upon a sturdy bay horse, looking around with interest. her hazel orbs take in the scene with much curiousity and fondness, for stables had always been comforting for her. she halts her mount and slides to the ground, tucking some dark brown hair behind an ear. then she looks around, wondering if she could board her stallion here :-:
