Placeholder: a dark figure covered in a black fur-lined cloak hood drawn over her head, making her clearly not visible to anyone who might catch sight of the woman as she pulled her white-steed Nuada out of the woods and down the narrow road that leads to the pub, his hooves kicking up dust with every step as she brought him into a slow cantor, his head bobbing up and down as he neighs. She would bring him to a halt as she slid off and landed neatly on the ground. a dark figure covered in a black fur-lined cloak hood drawn over her head, making her clearly not visible to anyone who might catch sight of the woman as she pulled her white-steed Nuada out of the woods and down the narrow road that leads to the pub, his hooves kicking up dust with every step as she brought him into a slow cantor, his head bobbing up and down as he neighs. She would bring him to a halt as she slid off and landed neatly on the ground.

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a dark figure covered in a black fur-lined cloak hood drawn over her head, making her clearly not visible to anyone who might catch sight of the woman as she pulled her white-steed Nuada out of the woods and down the narrow road that leads to the pub, his hooves kicking up dust with every step as she brought him into a slow cantor, his head bobbing up and down as he neighs. She would bring him to a halt as she slid off and landed neatly on the ground.

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