- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Sci-Fi, Unrealistic, realistic, Modern times, Medieval Times
While Lauren waited for Rhydderch to return, she conversed with the male, who's name happens to be Nate. Apparently this was his grandfather's shop, though the old man was off in vacation somewhere so he was running the store. He was pretty cool and a great person to converse with. Suddenly his gaze strayed over to the front door when a head popped in or well at least tried to. "I'm guessing he's back." Nate commented right when Rhydderch told her he was here. "Yeah. Well it was nice meeting you Nate. Maybe I'll see you later." She said while placing the ointments in her side bag, before reaching for the saddle. "Do you want some help?" Nate questioned and she shook her head. "No, I got it. Thanks." Her eyes widened when she picked it up. "Oh god, it's heavier than I thought." She told Rhydderch as she wobbled towards the exit and got out. "Here, let me place it on you, so we could test it out." She moved over to his side and waited on until he was laying down. With a grunt, she attempted to throw the saddle onto his back, only for her to fall on her bum and the saddle on top of her. "Ughh..." She groaned and looked towards Rhydderch. "Can you...move it?" She questioned with a sheepish smile. Maybe she should've accepted Nate's help.