| The weight of the creature is heavy against her frame -- she is no draft mare, built to withstand heavy loads, after all -- but manageable, and entirely too warm against the small of her back. She’d say it had a fever, if she knew anything about them, but maybe that’s just how hot gophers tended to run? She had never given much thought to the wildlife of Terrastella before, always so intent on her training and her goals, on protecting the Court she had grown to love wholeheartedly. Even now, as exhaustion nipped at her heels, she carried herself with the pride befitting a Halcyon cadet, knowing that her duty still continued even now. Their pilgrimage is joined by many others, a small sea of furry brown bodies nearly identical to the one she carries, and she isn’t quite sure what to make of such a thing. Are they friendly? Are they hostile? Well -- they seem friendly enough as they approach the inner court, and there is a wave of relief that washes over her when she sees the figure of Asterion standing there. “Your highness,” She murmurs in greeting, proceeding past him to an area clear of debris from the rains. ”Mind helping me settle him down?” |
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
