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SilverTiger · 02-22-2015, 09:05 AM

As the mama unicorn had taken off after the other unicorns, Brooklyn had stayed leaning forward over her neck, almost as if she was on a real racehorse. She’d turned her head to look back to make sure the foal was following, but had looked forward again once she’d made sure the golden foal was there. She wasn’t about to risk getting hit in the face by any of the branches of trees they ran past or anything. Hiding her face partially in the flying mane of her mount helped too. She couldn’t see very well, but she was trusting the unicorn to know where she was headed. That was hard for her, too. She rarely trusted anyone, but she’d earned the trust of the unicorns so she’d trust her back. And the baby who was still following, although at a slower pace.

Having her face practically pressed against the unicorn’s neck proved useful as she felt a low-hanging branch brush past the back of her head. She probably would have fallen off if she hadn’t had her head down, and it only made her keep her face pressed in the mane, the silvery-white unicorn hair blending with her own ginger locks. This wasn’t like riding Balerion, or the hippogriff last term. This was more breakneck speeds and expertly weaving through the hedges and trees, and that was scary.

02-22-2015, 09:05 AM	#126 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,208 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	racing back, post 2 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict As the mama unicorn had taken off after the other unicorns, Brooklyn had stayed leaning forward over her neck, almost as if she was on a real racehorse. She’d turned her head to look back to make sure the foal was following, but had looked forward again once she’d made sure the golden foal was there. She wasn’t about to risk getting hit in the face by any of the branches of trees they ran past or anything. Hiding her face partially in the flying mane of her mount helped too. She couldn’t see very well, but she was trusting the unicorn to know where she was headed. That was hard for her, too. She rarely trusted anyone, but she’d earned the trust of the unicorns so she’d trust her back. And the baby who was still following, although at a slower pace. Having her face practically pressed against the unicorn’s neck proved useful as she felt a low-hanging branch brush past the back of her head. She probably would have fallen off if she hadn’t had her head down, and it only made her keep her face pressed in the mane, the silvery-white unicorn hair blending with her own ginger locks. This wasn’t like riding Balerion, or the hippogriff last term. This was more breakneck speeds and expertly weaving through the hedges and trees, and that was scary. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥