COLT
"Comforting," she drawls with no hint of being comforted at all when her eyes trace the scar he displays. She had been joking, but the evidence left on his skin suggests it's perhaps a more real threat than she imagined, one she's not keen on encountering. Though his easy laugh and confidence reassure her enough that her steps remain true, even if she's wondering more about what his lightning encounter is, or all the other marks he carries like a history of survival.
She listens attentively as he instructs her, certain he's done this before, whereas she has not. A horse, sure, but the wings add in an entirely different element to the seat and the getting on. A wry expression replaces her concentration as he mentions pulling on his mane, as if he had any other choice in the matter. She had balance, but no way in hell would she be hanging on with just gravity and core strength.
At his quick shift, a delighted sound squeaks past. She'd seen his pegasus form before, but never this close, not enough to admire the brilliant blend of all the indigo, looking for all the world like a tumbling wave frozen in hair and hide. "You know, your Nyala is cute, but I rather think this one suits you well," she mutters to him, stepping closer as he approaches, ducking unnecessarily under his lifted wing.
A hand reaches out of habit for the slope of his neck, touch gliding along the dip to his chest with a smile of appreciation for the magnificent beast he is. Winding her fingers through a bit of his mane, she breathes in deep before swinging up with a well-practiced hop onto his back. She has to reposition and haul one leg over the other side of him, but she settles into the dip behind his withers quick enough, legs hugging against his sides lightly. The wings are a new addition and had made getting on a bit less graceful than usual, but now that she's sat she glances up at them, tracing their arc, their power, grinning like a fool at the promise of it all. "Okay," she says after a beat, both hands threaded into his mane as a lifeline for whatever maneuvers he might pull.
She listens attentively as he instructs her, certain he's done this before, whereas she has not. A horse, sure, but the wings add in an entirely different element to the seat and the getting on. A wry expression replaces her concentration as he mentions pulling on his mane, as if he had any other choice in the matter. She had balance, but no way in hell would she be hanging on with just gravity and core strength.
At his quick shift, a delighted sound squeaks past. She'd seen his pegasus form before, but never this close, not enough to admire the brilliant blend of all the indigo, looking for all the world like a tumbling wave frozen in hair and hide. "You know, your Nyala is cute, but I rather think this one suits you well," she mutters to him, stepping closer as he approaches, ducking unnecessarily under his lifted wing.
A hand reaches out of habit for the slope of his neck, touch gliding along the dip to his chest with a smile of appreciation for the magnificent beast he is. Winding her fingers through a bit of his mane, she breathes in deep before swinging up with a well-practiced hop onto his back. She has to reposition and haul one leg over the other side of him, but she settles into the dip behind his withers quick enough, legs hugging against his sides lightly. The wings are a new addition and had made getting on a bit less graceful than usual, but now that she's sat she glances up at them, tracing their arc, their power, grinning like a fool at the promise of it all. "Okay," she says after a beat, both hands threaded into his mane as a lifeline for whatever maneuvers he might pull.
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
