" i'm tired of flying, so i'm going to ride with you now, thanks ! " a small voice by sayén's ear declares, the question bláthíne's really asking going unasked as she lands her little butt onto her shoulder to ride along with her. one of four hands fists gently into the loose, pink hair that falls over her tiny form, not hard enough to tug but enough to keep herself stable. / from writlove...been meaning to send you something random for a while hi cherry <3
“bláthíne!” a soft, unfazed smile touches sayén’s lips as the familiar weight. no more than that of a fallen blossom settling upon her shoulder. she does not startle, only tilts her head just enough to brush her cheek against the whisper-soft flutter of bláthíne’s wings.
“you are always welcome to ride, but the hair is slippery. here — a better handhold.”
with careful, soft movements, sayén loosens the loop from the adjustable strap of her leather satchel where it crosses her chest, guiding the small leather loop closer to her shoulder offering it to her fairy friend.
“there. now you may rest your wings without fear of falling. you can see the road from here, yes?” she begins to walk again, her steps slow and steady to avoid jostling her passenger. “if you grow tired of the view, i can empty a pocket for you to nest in.”