09-14-2025, 04:00 PM
I'm Myrna, she replies, And it is so very wonderful to meet you, Lillia.
"Myrna Golden-Smile," Lillia affirms with a nod of her shapely head. "The name suits you beautifully. Shall we walk? It has been ages since I last had a companion to walk with."
As the other mare makes as to continue along the well-worn paths of this land, Lillia falls in beside her, her smaller legs working time and a half to keep up. The pace gives the small horse a jauntiness to her step, her halo and the feathers of her wings bobbing up-and-down, up-and-down.
"Have you lived here long, Myrna? And... you wouldn't happen to know where here is, would you? Hm! I haven't quite had the time to learn the layout of your earthly kingdoms just yet."
As she speaks, the first wisps of grey cloud overhead let down a drop or two of cool rain. The wind picks up and the storm rolls closer. Lillia allows her wings to unfurl just so, enjoying the way the breeze ruffles her flight feathers. And she might offer a hop or two to catch the slightest of airtime, an action which seems almost subconscious, an exercise of her ability in tiny, joyous abandon.
"Myrna Golden-Smile," Lillia affirms with a nod of her shapely head. "The name suits you beautifully. Shall we walk? It has been ages since I last had a companion to walk with."
As the other mare makes as to continue along the well-worn paths of this land, Lillia falls in beside her, her smaller legs working time and a half to keep up. The pace gives the small horse a jauntiness to her step, her halo and the feathers of her wings bobbing up-and-down, up-and-down.
"Have you lived here long, Myrna? And... you wouldn't happen to know where here is, would you? Hm! I haven't quite had the time to learn the layout of your earthly kingdoms just yet."
As she speaks, the first wisps of grey cloud overhead let down a drop or two of cool rain. The wind picks up and the storm rolls closer. Lillia allows her wings to unfurl just so, enjoying the way the breeze ruffles her flight feathers. And she might offer a hop or two to catch the slightest of airtime, an action which seems almost subconscious, an exercise of her ability in tiny, joyous abandon.