[She huffs, half-whickered. Being transformed by the (horse) cowbell has highlighted some more determined-to-the-point-of-stubborn traits, albeit also her more noble ones.]
It was an unexpected development. These moments should be taken when we can get them, however.
[They'd all needed to focus, so she'd tried to bring the discussion back quickly, but...hadn't it been worth it to see a little bit of a smile?]
[He schools his expression at last, though the flicker of laughter never quite leaves his eyes. The ears may have ruined him for a moment, but Cantarella's poise steadies him again— if not entirely, then just enough.]
You're right. Even if the circumstances are... unusual, the moments themselves still count.
[He reaches for the bottle at his side, refilling the lone glass without a break in his stride. He then offers it to Cantarella, easy as anything, as if it weren't the glass he's been sipping from all evening. Alas, there is no second glass, but he can't deny a lady a drink, can he?]
They suit you, I'll admit. Horses have always struck me as strong and majestic creatures— though for all their bearing, they are gentle giants.
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[Her ears airplane a little at the offer, revealing her moment of thoughtful consideration, before Cantarella takes the glass.
Like a good aficionado and fantasy-Italian, she enjoys the bouquet of the wine before trying it. The inelegance of sharing a wine glass, as well as the potential dangers, don't seem to faze her.]
Then I must have missed the memo... I was always rather little. [Don't say a word.] But I do still remember a winged horse from my youth.
[Those ears are honest little things, aren't they. Lucky Char. Cantarella is far easier to read when her poise is betrayed by two horse ears... or rather, pegasus ears.
His smile edges wider, despite himself.]
Naturally not. [sweats] But I won't deny that strength and magnificence suit you.
[Maybe it isn't only human souls weighed down by Earth's gravity. Noted: launch the horses into orbit too.]
Did you ride it?
honks it for you...i know where char would rather be spending his night
[Just wait until she starts pawing the bottom of this super lightweight boat, buddy...then you might be sorry about teasing her for those ears.
But at the rather sacrilegious notion, Cantarella chuckles.] You'd be on a Pilgrim's Sail before you could even think about apologizing, had you said that in Ragunna City.
[Then again, they haven't seen Imperator in Their true winged form in a very long time.]
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[She huffs, half-whickered. Being transformed by the (horse) cowbell has highlighted some more determined-to-the-point-of-stubborn traits, albeit also her more noble ones.]
It was an unexpected development. These moments should be taken when we can get them, however.
[They'd all needed to focus, so she'd tried to bring the discussion back quickly, but...hadn't it been worth it to see a little bit of a smile?]
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You're right. Even if the circumstances are... unusual, the moments themselves still count.
[He reaches for the bottle at his side, refilling the lone glass without a break in his stride. He then offers it to Cantarella, easy as anything, as if it weren't the glass he's been sipping from all evening. Alas, there is no second glass, but he can't deny a lady a drink, can he?]
They suit you, I'll admit. Horses have always struck me as strong and majestic creatures— though for all their bearing, they are gentle giants.
i saw that name typo
Like a good aficionado and fantasy-Italian, she enjoys the bouquet of the wine before trying it. The inelegance of sharing a wine glass, as well as the potential dangers, don't seem to faze her.]
Then I must have missed the memo... I was always rather little. [Don't say a word.] But I do still remember a winged horse from my youth.
honks my clown nose
His smile edges wider, despite himself.]
Naturally not. [sweats] But I won't deny that strength and magnificence suit you.
[Maybe it isn't only human souls weighed down by Earth's gravity. Noted: launch the horses into orbit too.]
Did you ride it?
honks it for you...i know where char would rather be spending his night
But at the rather sacrilegious notion, Cantarella chuckles.] You'd be on a Pilgrim's Sail before you could even think about apologizing, had you said that in Ragunna City.
[Then again, they haven't seen Imperator in Their true winged form in a very long time.]
No, it was Divine.