(--) DRAUGR HAS NO IDEA WTF SHE DOIN EITHER BUT MAMA SIV GAVE HER A GOOD OBSERVATIONAL BASIS BY WHICH TO LEARN
Draugr is by Haley!
The dark-furred hybrid liked the way he looked when wind-blown and tousled, breathless from their ride. Her pale purple eyes lingered on him and she smiled a shy little thing as his hand lingered on her leg. She longed to hold it in place and even pull it to other places, too, but she dared not -- not here, anyway, and not in such an awkward way as they were, both on horses. Instead, she grabbed his hand playfully and held it a moment, letting her paw linger in his hand before pulling it back and giving Dyrne a bit of a squeeze so she moved forward, her hindquarters about even with Gunther's head.
Surely not, she said, shaking her head as she turned back to face Max. There were sleeker and lighter horses in Salsola's stables -- Dyrne was sturdy and well-built, but she wasn't a horse made for flying over the earth, either. But that's okay -- you like me better than Dyrne, don't you? This was murmured sweetly, though playfully, and she gave a swish of her tail and a toss of her hair as she turned back around.
Near to the base of the mountains, the treeline was visible. The scraggly pines of the marshlands became tall and straight, and deciduous trees even sank their roots into the stony soil here and there. A particularly well-shaded copse, nestled between an outcropping of rock and a small, muddy stream, caught her eye and she extended a finger, pointing. Let's go there, she suggested, turning back toward Max again.
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