the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Magnus is very intriguing. He may not think he looks like much, but honestly she was never one to fall for magical attributes. His skin has a relatively unique tint, where she has met all kinds of horses, somehow there weren’t many buckskins between them. Besides – there’s something to his mischievousness, and she wouldn’t want to miss it for the world. She might even choose to forget about the rest of the world instead, and just stay where life was easy and joyful.
Of course, that is not a thought she currently would share with him. She knows she belongs out there, not here, but she could certainly pretend, for a day. So instead, when he agrees to show her something about Tephra, she lets him lead and therefore follows with a pleasant smile on her face – enjoying his company, but perhaps also the warmth that welcomes them, and which paints intricate darker patterns on the light brown skin, and doesn’t mind seeing him move about so easily on the rocks either -
Nevertheless, she’d better keep up, and when she can’t find her way between gaps that Magnus had somehow been able to jump, she cheats a little with the use of her wings, catching up the last bit easily with a quick glide and a gleam in her eye, right before he ducks into the vegetation. ”Rocks and steep slopes aren’t the problem for me.” she laughs, then follows the winding trail wherever it goes, wondering what’s so secretly stashed away out here.
@[magnus]