// think of the sun that shaped them //
Not realizing Colt had already put out messages for such a thing, she grinned again. “Oh, see, that’ll be fun!” Though she didn’t know much about riding – and based on how some of the bronc portions had gone…she still figured it’d be safer than the latter alternative. “And you probably don’t have to get on the biggest one there.” They came in different heights and dispositions – like their unicorn counterparts.
Stitching another loop in to ensure this future pocket remained there, she wound her way along the sides, humming again, not expecting the course of his question at all. It gave her pause, pondering it through. “I can’t say that I’ve found it odd – but I don’t ride animals very often.” She was often under her own power of movement and motion – flying or running. “I can talk to them though so,” she shrugged. “Maybe that makes it less strange.” Or more so, from outsiders' perspectives.
Stitching another loop in to ensure this future pocket remained there, she wound her way along the sides, humming again, not expecting the course of his question at all. It gave her pause, pondering it through. “I can’t say that I’ve found it odd – but I don’t ride animals very often.” She was often under her own power of movement and motion – flying or running. “I can talk to them though so,” she shrugged. “Maybe that makes it less strange.” Or more so, from outsiders' perspectives.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
