06-09-2024, 03:58 PM
Can you turn into something that flies? Sky asks, and at that Myrna grins and sidles away a few paces as she says: “I can!” She holds the idea of wings in her mind, focusing intently on the way they feel, on what within her current shape must change to suit them. A moment later, there are black wings growing from her sides that are a feathered match to Skywalker’s own, right down to the more-numerous-than-before green and gold feathers.
“I like these,” she says, lipping at an errant quill at her shoulder until it lies flat, “The new colors, I mean.” She is sure they are new since she’d last seen the other mare, perhaps the result of some adventure that Sky will share.
With the feathers in place, she stretches out her wings in the space her side-stepping has given her. Lifting and lowering them a few times, she tucks them back into her sides with an excited smile. The prospect of flight with Skywalker has banished the shadows in her eyes, and the grin she offers the other is the brightest yet.
“It’s been a while since I flew as a pegasus,” she confesses, stretching out the wings once more and turning them experimentally. “So go easy on me up there, alright?”
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skywalker
“I like these,” she says, lipping at an errant quill at her shoulder until it lies flat, “The new colors, I mean.” She is sure they are new since she’d last seen the other mare, perhaps the result of some adventure that Sky will share.
With the feathers in place, she stretches out her wings in the space her side-stepping has given her. Lifting and lowering them a few times, she tucks them back into her sides with an excited smile. The prospect of flight with Skywalker has banished the shadows in her eyes, and the grin she offers the other is the brightest yet.
“It’s been a while since I flew as a pegasus,” she confesses, stretching out the wings once more and turning them experimentally. “So go easy on me up there, alright?”
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skywalker