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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[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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[The sounds of the entire contents of her closet being tossed into the room make her grimace (as much as a horse can, anyway) and wince once or twice, but when Florina eventually finds the rope, she slumps in relief.

When FLorina comes back over and explains what she's going to do with the rope, Lyn answers with another whicker and tries to hold herself very still so her wings can be tied down. She knows this will be uncomfortable but if she can get outside, she's fine with that.]

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[ There's a tug here, a tight pull there, and one final strong pull as she hops onto Lyn's back and ties the final knot in the rope. She tests the ropes and then gently adjusts both wings to make sure they're locked in place. ]

That s-should take care of it, and you, um, you should be able to j-just walk through. They, er, shouldn't catch this time, though they might, um, s-scrape a bit.

[She hops down and almost gives Lyn another smack before she catches herself. Her hand slips back into her pocket. Hopefully Lyn didn't notice that.]

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[Fortunately, she didn't, for the same reason Florina didn't see her trying to communicate with her head earlier.

Whickering to show she understands what Florina said, Lyn tries walking through the doorway again. The plan works perfectly and she trots out into the hall in relief, then keeps going, though slowly enough for Florina to follow and keep up with her.]

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[She's fine with slow. Slow gives her time to calm down a little, and time to fuss over Lyn. Boy, does she have a lot of fussing to do.]

Ah! T-the ropes aren't too tight, are they? I, well, I, um, tried to make them as c-comfortable as possible, but they are ropes s-so that's not really saying much. I-I can take them off once you're outside, er, s-so just let me know...um...somehow...if you want me t-to do that...I-is it easier to k-keep your balance with them bound like that? I would think it's, er, harder, but you seem a lot l-less wobbly...

N-nevermind, you c-can't really answer that like this...I'll...I'll just...s-stop...

[She looks awkwardly off to the side. This would be a lot less nerve-wracking if Lyn could talk. Then again, maybe not. A talking horse would be problematic for a whole bunch of other reasons. At least Lyn seems fairly calm, all things considered. ]

D-do people normally t-turn into strange things around here?

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[She'd really like to reassure Florina, what with all her worried babbling, but being unable to talk kind of puts a dent in that. The ropes are a bit tight, but once she's outside they'll be able to take them off, so she's not too worried.

She decides to try snuffling Florina's hair a bit. She's seen horses do that when they're pleased.]

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[She blinks and stares at Lyn for a moment. A friend turning into a horse is strange, but somehow a friend acting like a horse is even stranger. She gives Lyn a faint smile and pats her on the shoulder.]

Well, er, hopefully you'll be able to, um, t-turn back before you get hungry. I, um, I bet grass doesn't taste very good. T-though, you are a horse, s-so maybe that'll help.

[Well, that's not awkward at all. She smiles a little wider in an attempt to compensate for that horribly unreassuring statement. ]

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[Lyn snorts at that. The thought of eating grass is not something she relishes.

... Even if she just had a whole bunch of happy thoughts on the subject. Lousy instincts.

They've reached the stairs down by now, and Lyn's going slower than ever as she figures out where to place her feet. Trying to negotiate stairs like this is tricky to say the least, and she really doesn't want to know what would happen if she tripped.]

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[Florina skitters down the stairs and watches nervously. She figures that she should hang down here in case Lyn missteps, though what she'd do in that situation is beyond her. Catching a pegasus really doesn't seem like a possibility. She isn't Hector after all, and that wasn't catching so much as it was breaking its fall with his face. ]

E-er, just, just be c-careful...you're almost there. I, um, I'll go open the door.

[She awkwardly walks backward, never taking her eyes off the stairs, and fumbles around for the doorknob.]

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[Lyn whickers and tosses her head, trying to approximate a nod. Opening the door would be very helpful.

Step by step, she manages to get her way down the stairs, until finally she's reached the bottom without falling and breaking a leg. Or a wing. Or Florina.

Relieved, she clatters out the front door, and heaves a big horsey sigh of relief.]

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[She gently closes the door behind them and follows Lyn. ]

Well, y-you should be a lot more comfortable out here. T-there's plenty of room, and i-if you'd like, we can get those ropes off. M-maybe, um, flying will be more comfortable for you than walking? You, um, have four legs and y-you only have 2 wings...

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[She shrugs a bit, as much as a horse can shrug anyway. She's like to try flying, but what's important is that she's outside now.

And getting these ropes off. That's important too. She whickers and bites at one of them, this being the quickest way she can think of to say "get these things off me."]

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Ah! A-alright, I'll get those off for you! Just, just please stay still so I don't pull any feathers...

[She climbs up onto Lyn's back and, after a few moments, the ropes fall down onto the ground. Florina pats Lyn on the back of her neck.]

T-there! You're outside, the ropes are off, and, well, I'm not sure what you'd want to, um, do out here, but whatever it is, you can, er, do it. I bet it's nice to just n-not be in a tight space, um, anymore.

[She's determined to try and think as positively about this as she can. Otherwise, she's worried she might completely short circuit over how surreal this entire situation is. ]

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[She holds herself rock-still as Florina climbs onto her. Once the ropes fall off, she lets out a relieved little whinny and flares her wings out.

Florina brings something else up though. She's not sure what she wants to do either.

After a bit of consideration, she gives her wings a flap. A flight sounds like a great idea.]

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[Florina twists her fingers into Lyn's mane nervously and considers her options. There are few things she'd like more than flying; she's missed it more than she'd ever be willing to admit. On the other hand, Lyn is a full grown pegasus with worse coordination than some of the fillies she's worked with. Flying with her would be stupid, dangerous, nerve-wracking...Her grip tightens until her knuckles are bleach white.]

O-oh, I um, maybe I...er, I...

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[She swallows hard and stiffens up. Lyn won't hurt her, and when is she going to get another chance like this? She can do this. She is a brave pegasus knight of Ilia. A brave, stupid, possibly suicidal, knight. She adjusts herself so she's sitting comfortably on Lyn's back and lightly taps her sides with her heels. ]

I, er, um, I...l-l-let's d-do this.