COLT
Her fingers lift away from the flaring feathers, surprised, though she isn't sure why, at how responsive they are. After the initial startle, she finishes brushing across them, a quiet smile fitting into place that doesn't seem to fade. The hug of his wings against her legs as he starts to move out feels warm and dry against the rain that pelts them as soon as they clear the porch. She tilts her head up at it, blinking rapidly against the droplets that scatter against her face, rivulets forming a stream along her cheeks and chin. Always something a bit cleansing about rain. She could use some of that about now.
His speed picks up though, and this is the part she's most worried about, so she tucks back down, leaning further along his neck and really gripping against his mane. His wings flare, his hoofbeats a louder drum beneath the storm, and then they're rising, abrupt. "Oh fuck," she gasps under her breath, heart tangling in her throat, all her breath held inside. Every bit of her tenses as she focuses real hard on not tumbling right off the back of him.
He's steady with his incline, but it's still up that they're going, and until he can reach enough altitude he has to climb hard and fast. Her legs grip tighter around him, chest pressed against his neck as her arms hold on overhead, trying to be streamlined to cut down on the drag while still dodging the shift of his wings. The drive of the rain and the wind doesn't help, forcing her to keep her head tucked, eyes just peeking out over the top of his neck and the soaked hair. Her seat comes off a few terrifying times, air sneaking in between his back and her thighs before he adjusts or she clamps her thighs tighter, desperate to remain with him, wishing now that perhaps she'd hooked at least one leg in front of his wing joint just as buffer for the pull of gravity during take off.
Yet—she's laughing, because they're doing it—they're flying.
Even though it feels like every bit of her got turned upside-down and dropped, even though she is terrified of relenting her white-knuckle grip, she is utterly ecstatic. "JATA, THIS IS AMAZING!" she yells over the storm, softening just faintly against him as the trust builds a bit more with the success.
His speed picks up though, and this is the part she's most worried about, so she tucks back down, leaning further along his neck and really gripping against his mane. His wings flare, his hoofbeats a louder drum beneath the storm, and then they're rising, abrupt. "Oh fuck," she gasps under her breath, heart tangling in her throat, all her breath held inside. Every bit of her tenses as she focuses real hard on not tumbling right off the back of him.
He's steady with his incline, but it's still up that they're going, and until he can reach enough altitude he has to climb hard and fast. Her legs grip tighter around him, chest pressed against his neck as her arms hold on overhead, trying to be streamlined to cut down on the drag while still dodging the shift of his wings. The drive of the rain and the wind doesn't help, forcing her to keep her head tucked, eyes just peeking out over the top of his neck and the soaked hair. Her seat comes off a few terrifying times, air sneaking in between his back and her thighs before he adjusts or she clamps her thighs tighter, desperate to remain with him, wishing now that perhaps she'd hooked at least one leg in front of his wing joint just as buffer for the pull of gravity during take off.
Yet—she's laughing, because they're doing it—they're flying.
Even though it feels like every bit of her got turned upside-down and dropped, even though she is terrified of relenting her white-knuckle grip, she is utterly ecstatic. "JATA, THIS IS AMAZING!" she yells over the storm, softening just faintly against him as the trust builds a bit more with the success.
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.
