The Golden Ward is entirely unfamiliar, a prospect that already gleams (rather literally, awash of light) of opportunity - and their exploit has yet to even properly begin! Namely because she’d given Tavros no warning she was coming, but nevertheless.
She spots him quickly - the thing about those horns of his is they’re difficult to miss.
She more bounds than walks toward him, hand jutting childlike into the air. She’d much prefer to fly, of course, but with the ability so limited, she’d rather conserve it for when she needs it.
(And she rather believes she will.)
ARADIA: i did promise to take you exploring and as i just so happen to be in the vicinity completely by happenstance
ARADIA: i figured why not now!
It strikes her rather abruptly that he may not be prepared for this venture, seeing as he’s out and about.
ARADIA: oh youre not busy are you
ARADIA: i mean if you are thats fine! i will readily admit i should have given you some sort of forewarning
ARADIA: but what can i say when the impulse strikes it strikes hard