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10-10-2016, 12:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2016, 03:20 PM by Ultima.
Edit Reason: wow i should have proofread this lmao
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Her landing was imperfect; she’d come down much too quickly, too horizontally, and hadn’t thought to generate a down-draft before her hooves sliced through the surf, her momentum driving her forward like a stone skipping across the waves. One skip. Two skip. Three skip, and four, and, ‘Oh, stop, stop, stop,’ she thought frantically – she was coming closer and closer to the visitor, and as keen as she was to get a good look at them, she’d rather not do so from the proximity granted by collision. Tucked into his usual nest on her withers, his tiny claws digging into her flesh, her companion yowled. “Yes, Snapdragon,” She had to cut her speed. She’d done it before, she’d just been so enthralled, she— “I know, would you please,” And Ultima hauled her long, tapered wings up, “Stop,” Forced them forwards, like a trap springing shut, “Naggi—gah!” And came to a sharp, sharp stop.
Right in front of the sea-horse. So close she could see the gills flutter open and close. So close she could see the sinews in its mane wriggling now and then, as alive as she or any of the spectators gathered. From the corner of her eye, she could make out Queen Alysanne, her sister, and the Mason boy from the Falls; the girl had seen them all from the air, of course, but that was en masse. They were composite parts, just like the flotsam and jetsam that made up this— Gentleman? Creature?
“Well,” she said brightly, cutting herself short in the beginnings of what would surely become outright staring. ‘Suppose this is better than just smacking right into them. What if they broke?’ Dipping into a polite little curtsy, she used the gesture as an opportunity to take the smallest step backwards. Whatever this visitor was, friend or foe, a fair share of breathing room was more than reasonable to give.
Drawing back up to full height, Ultima gave a curious cock of the head. “May I ask – to what do we owe the pleasure?”
Right in front of the sea-horse. So close she could see the gills flutter open and close. So close she could see the sinews in its mane wriggling now and then, as alive as she or any of the spectators gathered. From the corner of her eye, she could make out Queen Alysanne, her sister, and the Mason boy from the Falls; the girl had seen them all from the air, of course, but that was en masse. They were composite parts, just like the flotsam and jetsam that made up this— Gentleman? Creature?
“Well,” she said brightly, cutting herself short in the beginnings of what would surely become outright staring. ‘Suppose this is better than just smacking right into them. What if they broke?’ Dipping into a polite little curtsy, she used the gesture as an opportunity to take the smallest step backwards. Whatever this visitor was, friend or foe, a fair share of breathing room was more than reasonable to give.
Drawing back up to full height, Ultima gave a curious cock of the head. “May I ask – to what do we owe the pleasure?”
a tattoo of a flower on her broken wrist
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