Last night.
Arley Streets.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire
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Helena felt a tap on her upper arm "Lady" his voice "Wake up, Hello" hazy in her head but someone was calling her out of this peaceful land, she frowned
"Lady, we're in Critic Arley, how can you fall asleep on me so comfortably?" his voice pierced through her sleepy head and this woke her up
"What are you yapping about this morning" she mumbled her eyes still closed, as she leaned into the hard surface behind her. Conan.
"It's not morning yet and I said we're in Critic Arley" he informed her with a sigh before pushing her forward on the horse and jumping down.
"Oh, Where are you going to?" she screeched her eyes wide when she thought she would fall off because he suddenly got down the horse leaving her alone on it, she was extremely scared of heights and on this horse, her legs couldn't and will never touch the floor.
