An HIE / Anon story with a Medieval twist, with Moonbutt Romance. A Medieval Anon wakes up in the Everfree, wondering why there's a Blue Horse in his dreams, and a Purple one staring at him.
One she held even higher than her duties of Night Court, or whatever other... fledgling power her sister slowly dripfed her following her rather boistrous.
Her rather boisterous what? Also, drip fed is two words, or you could hyphenate them.
The BLORSE cometh
The Blorse cometh, armed with an axe to grind.
>:]
... Капец не повезло мужику:)
How bad is it for these feudal lords that they sent a commoner, and with expensive equipment.
This is roughly how I imagine the lord when anon disappeared
Her rather boisterous what? Also, drip fed is two words, or you could hyphenate them.
You've gotta be kidding me