03 [Voice]

[wings_of_ilia]

[Florina is panicking even more than usual. Anyone who listens closely can hear something large snorting and stamping around in the background.]

Ah! Um...hello, uh, a-anyone? I um, I could use s-some...

Does...does anyone have any hay? Or m-maybe a, erm, a stable?

I, um, m-my g...Er, t-t-that is...um...

MY FRIEND IS A PEGASUS!

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[upontheplains]

[The stamping in the background is Lyn, who is having a very difficult time adjusting to being a pegasus, for three reasons.

1. She has no experience with being a horse, much less one with wings.

2. There is not enough room in the apartment for a pegasus.

3. She can't talk.

The result is a very agitated Lyn-pegasus, though she's trying to keep herself under control for Florina's sake.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[Florina pats Lyn on the head and rubs her nose, trying her best to calm her down.] T-there, there, L-lady Lyndis, i-it'll be, um, alright...I...um, I think. Er, p-probably... [She tries, bless her heart.]

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[upontheplains]

[Lyn whinnies a bit in response to that and presses her nose into Florina's hand. She is so grateful the other girl's here even if she is kind of panicking. Once she calms down she should be able to figure out what they need to do.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[It may be a while before she calms down. Try as she might, she's having a hard time not just blue screening at the thought of her friend suddenly turning into a horse. Oh goodness, what if she were to suddenly turn into something? This place is already much too small for Lyn; there's definitely no room for anything else.

With a shiver, she roughly pats Lyn and glances at the door.]

M-maybe, er, maybe we should t-try and g-g-get you outside. T-then, er, you could, um, h-have s-some, um, some m-more space.

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[upontheplains]

[Well that's a good idea. The apartment is much to small for her, and even if they don't have anywhere else for her to go yet, getting out of it seems wise.

The problem is getting through that door. She turns her head to it and neighs in annoyance. Can she really fit through there?]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[This is worse than fitting a square peg in a round hole. She is going to fit a large horse through a small door. ]

N-now, w-we can do this. Ah! H-head up! N-n-no, no, down, down more... T-tuck your chin in. Y-yes, just like that...W-wings, wings folded, um...now...forward!

[Without thinking, she gives Lyn a light swat on the flank to encourage her to move forward.]

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[upontheplains]

[She's going along with Florina's instructions well enough, quite fluent in Florina-stutter by now, but just when she's about to go forward, Florina smacks her.

Lyn promptly snaps her head around to glare at her. Girl, you can get away with a lot, but come on, she's not actually a horse!]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[She blinks at Lyn's glare and then cringes. Whoops! That was not what she meant to do at all.]

L-l-l-lady Lyndis! I-I-I...I-I, erm, well, um...H-huey, uh, Huey was a v-very stubborn...erm, j-just t-t-try to go through the d-door okay?

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[upontheplains]

[She gives the horse equivalent of a sigh and turns back to the door. Man does this not look like it's going to work. Buuuut she's gotta try, right?

Taking a deep breath, she starts through the door, slowly and carefully. She's still a little wobbly on these horse legs.

First her head gets through, then her neck... she braces herself to get stuck at the shoulders but they actually make it through. She's good until she's about halfway through the door, actually.

Then her wings get stuck.

That. Hurts. She whinnies loudly, almost loses her footing, and stops dead.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[Florina rushes over and glances nervously from side to side.]

N-n-now, okay, k...keep calm! Just stay calm! I...um...

[That statement was partly for Lyn, but mostly for herself. With a deep breath, she slowly reaches for one wing, being careful not to startle Lyn. She really does not want to get smacked in the face right now.]

I...If y-you'll just let me adjust these, um, I should,er, be able t-to get you unstuck, o-okay? J-just staaaay still and t-t-try your best not to move...

[She swallows hard and gently grips the wing. ]

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[upontheplains]

[Lyn whickers in response, hoping Florina can interpret that yes, she can understand her, and holds very still to let her work with those wings. She's nervous, but if there's anyone she's going to trust to work with her while she's like this, it's Florina.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[She slowly extends the wing and then folds it down as flat against Lyn's back as it can go. With a little sigh of relief, she shimmies around Lyn and prepares to do the same to the other wing.]

G-great! You're, you're doing great. J-just stay like that, and I'll, um, fix the other one f-for you...

[She extends the wing and folds it neatly down, just like the other one. After rummaging frantically in her pockets for a moment, she frowns and taps Lyn gently to get her attention.]

Er, d-do we have any um, any rope? Or anything that could tie these down? I, um, I don't seem t-to have anything...

[She almost forgot Lyn couldn't talk. Well, this complicates things a bit. Now, she just has to figure out a way to solve this without panicking. Yeah, good luck with that.]

Ah! Um, y-y-you can, um...w-well, maybe, uh...whicker means yes, stomp means no?

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[upontheplains]

[She holds very still as Florina folds her wings down, slightly relieved that she does seem to know what she's doing. But when the wings are both folded down and Florina starts looking through her pockets, she gets a bit worried.

Rope? Well, she doesn't recall ever getting any of that. She's about to stomp when she remembers that there was an earthquake in Luceti a long time ago and she'd had to tie a few things down. She never brought the rope back to the store after using it.

Whickering, she nods her head in the direction of the closet, at least as best she can with her head out in the hall. Hopefully Florina can interpret that.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[She understands the yes, but the nod is lost on her since she really can't see much from her current angle. A face full of wings and flank will do that. She stares dumbly for a moment.]

Er, I, um, I...I c-couldn't...um, w-where is it? Is it in the kitchen?

[That was a dumb question. Who keeps rope in a kitchen? Lyn probably thinks she's an idiot, but it is surprisingly hard to understand the body language of a horse caught in a doorframe. She cringes and backpedals as fast as she can. ]

Er, I mean, um, i-is it, is it in this room, or, or a, um, closet? Um...a c-cupboard?

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[upontheplains]

[She whickers again, realizes that could be mistaken as another "yes", which wouldn't even make any sense as a response to that question, and stops, thinking of how best to explain this.

After a bit of thought, she lifts up one of her back legs, the one closest to the closet door, and slowly, so as not to kick Florina if she's standing too close, moves it so that her foot is pointing in the direction of the closet.]

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[wings_of_ilia]

[She follows the hoof with her eyes and nods.]

R-right! Okay, the closet! T-that makes sense.

[She runs over to the closet and flings practically everything out into the room. Somewhere in the mess, she finds a coil of rope. With a triumphant squeak, she heads over to Lyn, tripping over the closet contents in the process. She'll clean it up later, honest.]

A-a-alright, I'm going to use this rope to um, to t-tie your wings down. It will probably be uncomfortable, but, uh, it shouldn't really hurt...though it might pull or s-sting, um, a little...Ah! B-but at least then you won't, er, be caught in the d-door anymore!...J-just let me know if it h-hurts too much, a-alright?

[She flings the rope over Lyn's back and ducks under her stomach so she can begin tying it together.