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👈 + butt and I want it for pocky ssh
hoovesandhands
“Pocky! How many times have I told you not to touch there!” But Silpharion laughed anyway and ruffled the little one’s mane. He finished cleaning the stables and turned his full attention to him. “Now, what’s that so important that couldn’t wait?”
[ pls do things with her k? ]
[ my robyn muse makes grabby hands at all the horsies. Robyn stop. ]
hoovesandhands the redhead stepped off the bus, it's metal door creaking unsteadily as she glanced around. grabbing her phone, she texted the number of the man she was about to meet. [text - cas]: where are you? i just got off the bus and there's no one here xx she swallowed nervously, perhaps meeting him alone out here wasn't the best idea.
hoovesandhands
-- I don't really like horses.
Landing in a Pasture [closed]
Bereet's finally gotten the hang of flying, but landing? That's still a bit shaky.
"Finally. I'm finally back on Terra," she murmurs as she practically collapses to the ground once she's outside of her small ship.
She doesn't specifically know the location she's reach on Terra, but she knows it's farther from any civilisations so she doesn't have to try explaining about her ship.
That's never a pleasant explanation.
As she stumbles back up to her feet, Bereet secures the ship, activates the cloaking device, and starts moving forward through the clearing, her bag held close to her side.
As she walks, she freezes at the sight of one of Terra's creatures. The pink skinned woman stares at the creature. "... You're beautiful."
Because she's never seen a horse, and it's a magnificent creature.
"Who do you belong to?"
Greeter; ∟ freedompersonified kneeltoyourking & hoovesandhands
Iðunn hushed the other, her face almost flush against the shrub-covered ground. "I'm hiding," she revealed after a moment's silence, an arch smile curling up the corners of her lips. From what, she'd long-since come to forget, the high morning sunshine dulling down with late afternoon. She thought perhaps she had been in the midst of a game of hide and seek, though she had no clue as to the whereabouts of her partner.
-throws fairy at who dances along-
[dances intensely]
