[ at the padlock, nodd leans over the railing, watching the e.l.c.s and their riders become attuned to one another.
his normally shoulder-length (on the one side) hair has grown to floor length overnight,he has it braided and tucked into the collar of the long blue peacoat he wears. ]
[ nodd vaults the railing and looks for someone who really, truly knows what they're doing. not long after, he'll return with an e.l.c he's been assured is quite gentle and meant for the skittish, foreign rider. mods said i could ]
If you lose a strand of hair because of this sweet thing, I'll eat my own.
[ sweet thing pronounced with a nice pat to the e.l.c.'s shoulder. he gets that they're not living(???), organic beings, but they're friend-shaped besides. ]
[ probably! anyway, if she won't take a hand, he's kneeling, forming a very solid platform with his hands for her to step upon if that's her preference. ]
Good thing for our bathroom floor is the cut hair disappears. Bad news for me, what's left on my head grows back out. But I've seen others with worse and it's better than never feeling fed.
[ nodd surveys the area. ]
The locals don't seem to use reins, so try squeezing in with your calves. Gently.
Yeah, I've hated both of these. I'm ready for next week already.
[ although lovelace hasn't really been exhibiting many changes...? being a little nervous seems to be making her hands turn blue, but that's subtle and pretty minimal.
[ sure, he knows what a car is now, via exposure to all sorts of shit aboard the eudora. they don't sound that fun, though. like, you can't bond with a honda. ]
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