CHARLIE
Charlie whoops aloud like a woman born for the saddle despite having never really ridden a horse before, her laughter shrill and sparkling as Sunjata flares his wings and drops her like a coin into a slot. She rides out the jolt with wild delight, hips grinding in an exaggerated roll against his back in answer, like she might make a game of encouraging him to try harder.
"Is that it?" she laughs, voice wicked with glee as she nudges her heels into the sleek curve of his sides. "C’mon, handsome—give me something worth screaming about!"
And oh, he does. The kick of his back legs launches them forward, a blur of motion and muscle and raw showmanship, and for a breathless heartbeat she’s flying more than riding, the wind tugging at her limbs, the thrill threatening to unseat her. Should she feel her hips begin to pull away from his back more than just a whisper, she'll try and use her dart! to immediately place herself squarely back against him.
Charlie holds on! Her plan is that if she starts to become unseated, she'll just use her Dart! ability to put herself right on his back again.
"Is that it?" she laughs, voice wicked with glee as she nudges her heels into the sleek curve of his sides. "C’mon, handsome—give me something worth screaming about!"
And oh, he does. The kick of his back legs launches them forward, a blur of motion and muscle and raw showmanship, and for a breathless heartbeat she’s flying more than riding, the wind tugging at her limbs, the thrill threatening to unseat her. Should she feel her hips begin to pull away from his back more than just a whisper, she'll try and use her dart! to immediately place herself squarely back against him.
Charlie holds on! Her plan is that if she starts to become unseated, she'll just use her Dart! ability to put herself right on his back again.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
