[private] let the sky fall - samny pony

[Chel]

C H E L

She immediately tears her gaze away from the branches above at the sound of a voice. She whirls – eyes wide – and is slightly comforted that she is not, in fact, confronted with a monster.  She lets out a shaky breath as it becomes obvious that he wasn't the source of the sound.  Her eyes flick upwards towards the trees again as Atzi's voice tears through her mind - coming through the bond in a panic: Not me! Not me!  She hesitates for a moment before straining to listen in the direction of the sound, but for the moment the forest has gone quiet again.  She grinds her teeth as she is forced to face the reality that they are most certainly not alone out here.  It is only then that she processes the shape of the very equine figure – looking about as comfortable as she does in the moment.  She releases a shaky breath, “I thought maybe it was my companion in the trees. But it wasn’t. It sounds…bigger.”   She glances upwards again, this time able to catch the sight of Atzi making her way to the lower branches of the trees – deftly trying to make her way to the ground.  Chel shuffles her wings uncomfortably – a sort of nervous tick – though her equine-size wings wouldn’t do her much good in a forest this dense.  Truly, she had no idea what to do next. The fact that she didn’t know what to do burned through her almost as swiftly as the panic curling in her gut.  She looks to him again with wide eyes – knowing that every single conflicted emotion is laid bare within them.  She doesn’t have time to consider hiding them away as she usually attempts to. She’s moved into survival mode and such things are beyond her now. “Do you…do you think we should run?  I feel like maybe we should run.” She says, though the uncertainty is palpable in her voice.  Obviously, she could shift into something with considerably more teeth and try to fight…whatever was lurking in the trees. But given what she’d heard of what was prowling around Beqanna she wasn’t sure if that was advisable.  But was running?  And in the moments that she stood there trying to do the mental gymnastics as to whether or not flight or fight was the appropriate response to this particular situation, she was functionally paralyzed. She hesitates before speaking again, but in the time it takes for her to question whether or not its a good idea to ask him the question - it's already escaped her lips. Self control never has been one of her strengths. "Have you...seen them before?" again, the uncertainty colors every syllable but perhaps he knows something that she doesn't. And right now Chel wants any advantage she can sink her claws into. THE MOON WAS FULL, AND I WAS LEFT UNSUPERVISED

manip by littlewillow-art

@[lumineer]
idk if you want to go full monster party or near miss but i'm up for whatever so go wild, lmao