The morning light gleamed, Illynx's golden eyes scanning the horizon that she had found herself in. Her first steps brought to her attention the chiming of bells, drawing her gaze from the glorious meadow, the diamond laced creek, and who she believed to be Crowley ahead to her own limbs; tied about her ankles were strands of black ribbon, dressed with small golden bells and coins, though she surely did not know what the round objects were beyond being made of the same metal her horn was. How she'd come to wearing them she wasn't entirely sure either, but that was all fine and dandy; she found them quite alluring. On further inspection, she found that she was adorned in quite more than ribbon and gold, her chest and fore limbs covered to the knees in an indigo top with rather puffy sleeves banded close to her skin in several places up the lengths, the plunging v-line of the shirt ruffled and loose upon her shoulders. Beginning on the center of her rib-cage, a velvet corset bound with gold straps across her top line snugs the bottom of the shirt to body, the end of the binding material nearest her rump hemmed with gold coins and bells much as those on her hooves, rich indigo and black taffeta oozing from underneath it's rim and falling nearly to the lush grass that crept around her golden ankles. Around her delicate face, more indigo taffeta featured via a scarf, with golden detail and even more coins along the ends loosely wrapped above her horn and around her neck trailing it's ends to her mid-chest, and with every small movement she found music sounding out from all across her frame.

This was something a lady could get used to.

Looking ahead once more to the striped stallion that she had last seen while fighting the dragon on the Steppe, she found him to be dressed in a peculiar fashion as well. The gypsy woman started forward purposefully, not sure of her motives at first but slowly gaining speed with every chiming step. After about fifteen paces, she found herself trotting; ten more and she was at a canter, and before long a head long gallop pressed her lithe frame towards her herd mate. It seemed as good a time as any to practice battle skills, and after watching him on the Steppe, her own curiosities had been roused as to how challenging a set of opponents the Weaver and his hound could prove to be.

She had first started forward with the man standing alongside the river, but whatever changes he had made to his position she drove in towards his shoulder with the hind right, angling herself to allow room for her bandanna laden tiara to swing left and then right, hoping to smack the length of her horn along the male's left shoulder. "Morning, Crowley!" her teasing voice sang out midst the jangle of bells and baubles, "Shall we test our new armor?" The joke was completed with a hard drive forward by a pace, the mare rooting her front hooves into the thick grass to swing her hind end around and aim a buck at Crowley's left hip or belly, taffeta skirts splaying through the air and golden bells making a delightful ruckus.

Illynx | AngloArab | 1VP
Strength: 3
Speed: 7
Agility: 5
Endurance: 7
Offense Item: 1
Defense Item: 0
Amulet: 1
Magic: 0
Companion: 0
HP: 48

Defense: 9.5
Attack: 7.5 (+2 rank and +1 offense item)
Damage: 4

[ 1/3 : 565 words :: Illynx gallops in from the hind right and smacks her horn in the general direction of Crowley's left shoulder, then aims a buck at his left hip/belly. ]

@[Crowley]