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SilverTiger · 06-02-2017, 07:34 AM

Already well into her bonding session with Cygnus, Stasya had found herself looking over as she heard the headmistress say Isa’s name. See, she thought, stroking the Granian’s neck and slowly working her way over to his back so she could hopefully climb on. That was another reason she’d kind of wanted to be paired up with a Granian. Cygnus wasn’t much bigger than her, so she figured she’d be able to climb on by herself easier. Once she’d established that he wasn’t going to spook on her, of course. But she already knew that he wouldn’t. She was just being careful.

Except the headmistress had gone on to say they needed to go swiftly, which meant maybe she had to speed up the process. “Okay. I’m going to get up on your back now and then we’re gonna go get ourselves a Christmas tree!,” she said cheerfully to the horse. He’d understand. She knew he would, even if he could only whinny back at her. It wasn’t the first technically one-sided conversation she had had with a creature ever. She talked to Dobby all the time, and Albus, and the other creatures in the barn. And creatures at home.

Still, she was as gentle as possible in scrambling up onto Cygnus’ back, leaning over his neck slightly as she kept stroking it. “Okay, time to go. Let’s find a good tree,” she whispered, winding her fingers into his mane as he took off in a gallop before going airborne. A soft giggle slipped out as she adjusted to the sensation. This is more fun than flying on a broom, she thought, peeking over the Granian’s neck to watch the ground moving below her and the small people still on the ground in the pasture. She’d continued just watching until she felt the horse descending near the edge of the forest and she untangled her fingers from his mane as she turned her gaze to the trees.

Okay, now it was time to pick one, and then she had to figure out how to get it back…Maybe she ought to have thought about that before she’d taken off.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	post 2 (anyone want to help a firstie and her Granian with a tree? :P) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Already well into her bonding session with Cygnus, Stasya had found herself looking over as she heard the headmistress say Isa’s name. See, she thought, stroking the Granian’s neck and slowly working her way over to his back so she could hopefully climb on. That was another reason she’d kind of wanted to be paired up with a Granian. Cygnus wasn’t much bigger than her, so she figured she’d be able to climb on by herself easier. Once she’d established that he wasn’t going to spook on her, of course. But she already knew that he wouldn’t. She was just being careful. Except the headmistress had gone on to say they needed to go swiftly, which meant maybe she had to speed up the process. “Okay. I’m going to get up on your back now and then we’re gonna go get ourselves a Christmas tree!,” she said cheerfully to the horse. He’d understand. She knew he would, even if he could only whinny back at her. It wasn’t the first technically one-sided conversation she had had with a creature ever. She talked to Dobby all the time, and Albus, and the other creatures in the barn. And creatures at home. Still, she was as gentle as possible in scrambling up onto Cygnus’ back, leaning over his neck slightly as she kept stroking it. “Okay, time to go. Let’s find a good tree,” she whispered, winding her fingers into his mane as he took off in a gallop before going airborne. A soft giggle slipped out as she adjusted to the sensation. This is more fun than flying on a broom, she thought, peeking over the Granian’s neck to watch the ground moving below her and the small people still on the ground in the pasture. She’d continued just watching until she felt the horse descending near the edge of the forest and she untangled her fingers from his mane as she turned her gaze to the trees. Okay, now it was time to pick one, and then she had to figure out how to get it back…Maybe she ought to have thought about that before she’d taken off. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥