“Hehe...” Willoughby giggled gently, closing her eyes with a huffing laugh. “as an adult, that would be quite amusing. As a child, they would be endearing.” She points this out, amused by her own words. Those walking around with wings on their arse... and Ciaran wouldn't know where to look. She seemed to be a proper little lady.
“Your grandfather is too kind” her head slips respectfully, mindful of the elder “I think I am plain though” Willoughby admits “there are many, many pegasi around. Some colored brighter than I am.” Another admission, but not insulted about it. She had seen plenty of winged beasts. Every one had their own beauty.
“A few months” she moves onto the next topic “I do not have a court, so the natives have taken to calling me a vagabond. What about yourself?”
“she speaks”
