Chapter 24. Goddess, Give Me Confidence
Chapter 24. Goddess, Give Me Confidence Indeed, it was the petite Chalcedony that brought an extra large saddle, not long after. The large dark saddle looked black, until noticing some glints of an earthy read over the fabric. It w was closer to an earthy dark red than a black. When compared to the young Sister Sage’s frame, it was easy to think that she might topple over with it. While Chalcedony didn’t stumble, she was slowed greatly and her balance swayed a little. Forcing her to crane her neck to look over the sides and top of the saddle to ensure her footing would support her, and ensuring that she missed no steps. Her dark gaze frequently landing on Citrine. In comparison to the smaller, grey and domestically bread jackguars by the Opal Cathedral’s Old Sages’. Mount, Citrine, wit
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