If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
"WOAH!" Nova grips at the saddle horn, nearly losing hold of the reins as Custard rears back. She squeals, leg and abdominal muscles straining to keep her seat. It's a situation she's not experience before, and although the thrill is great, hanging nearly vertical is not quite enjoyable. "Custard! Chill out!" Hat flying from her head, her blonde curls snap around her displeased face.
Luckily, when she stops pushing him forward and the cow is moved, the horse calms down, snorting and throwing his head as he stamps his hooves towards more solid ground. Not quite loosening her grip yet, Nova takes a deep breath and mumbles under her breath. "Geez. It's just some mud." Not that she would have been any happier getting thrown in.
Huffing an exasperated breath of her own, she steers Custard around the bank towards the grassy fields. "Come on. It's dry this way." A current of air swings behind her, dropping the not-so-white hat back in her hands as they move to join the herd. She dusts it off as best she can, combining magics and aggressive hitting tactics to clear away the mud before placing it back on her head.
Nova guides them to rejoin Mikey, resisting the urge to race forward by weaving slowly back and forth. All the way, she hums a jaunty tune to keep herself and Custard entertained, occasionally lobbing questions at Mikey.
Nova weaves and follows the intended path.
Luckily, when she stops pushing him forward and the cow is moved, the horse calms down, snorting and throwing his head as he stamps his hooves towards more solid ground. Not quite loosening her grip yet, Nova takes a deep breath and mumbles under her breath. "Geez. It's just some mud." Not that she would have been any happier getting thrown in.
Huffing an exasperated breath of her own, she steers Custard around the bank towards the grassy fields. "Come on. It's dry this way." A current of air swings behind her, dropping the not-so-white hat back in her hands as they move to join the herd. She dusts it off as best she can, combining magics and aggressive hitting tactics to clear away the mud before placing it back on her head.
Nova guides them to rejoin Mikey, resisting the urge to race forward by weaving slowly back and forth. All the way, she hums a jaunty tune to keep herself and Custard entertained, occasionally lobbing questions at Mikey.
Nova weaves and follows the intended path.
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
