Re-Entrance Post

[awesome_lilly]

Sure, she defeated the evil Prince Gloom, restored sparkle to Ponyland, won the love and gratitude of many colorfully-assed ponies and if she stayed longer, they'd probably make her their chief.

But even if Lilly weren't missing her friends at the bar, there's a limited amount of time she can stay in a place where the hardest drink is apple juice and none of the men are anatomically correct. That time is up.

The front door opens and Lilly enters, grinning cheerfully and swinging a basket in each hand as she heads for the bar. Her hair is suspiciously sparkly and she's gotten tanner, but other than that, nothing's changed.

Well. Don't ask about her flanks.

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[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose, making a valiant effort not to laugh.

"Coyote, I think, is often saying the same thing."

He pauses, tilting his head.

"Or possibly she should, yes? So."

It is the bone-gnawing. Doubtless it gives people ideas.

[awesome_lilly]

"Coyote is a smart..." Lilly trails off, because Coyote is not exactly a woman, after all.

"...trickster god! Goddess?"

[creator_raven]

"Mostly that, I think, is a thing that changes."

Beat.

"But she is fond of breasts, so."

He feels this explains it all, really.

"We are not so much gods, I do not think."

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, of course. Breasts are awesome. They're like toys, coupons and get out of jail free cards all rolled into one delightfully curvy package."

Lilly looks down in satisfaction at her cleavage, then back up at Raven.

"Not gods, huh? I thought you kinda were."

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts and pulls a very disgusted face.

"We are, I think, not so much for demanding ass-kissing."

Beat.

"Also there is the getting our hands dirty, yes?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Ahh, I see."

Or she thinks she does.

"You're the kind of uber-powerful beings who actually do stuff and don't demand endless sucking up for it. I admire that."

[creator_raven]

"Mostly, yes."

He laughs.

"Also Coyote has a motorcycle."

What these two things have to do with each other, none can say.

Except maybe Raven.

Maybe.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly sure can't, but she's cool with conversational whiplash. It happens a lot around here.

"Seriously? I love motorcycles. My ex, Weevil, had a really kick-ass one."

She smiles a little, remembering coastal highways and wind in her hair.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

"I am fond of hers, I think. It is good for the desert."

Beat.

"Possibly she would give you a ride, if you asked."

Er.

Yeah.

[awesome_lilly]

Raven is subtle, like a brick to the head. Lilly, however, really likes going for rides.

"Maybe I'll do that sometime, then. I miss motorcycles."

[creator_raven]

"It is, perhaps, not quite so good as wings."

He grins.

"But it is a near thing, on occasion."

[awesome_lilly]

"They both have their perks," Lilly says.

"I looove flying, but I also have this total thing for wind in my hair. Wind in my feathers is just not the same."

[creator_raven]

"No."

Raven laughs.

"There are, I think, often fewer tangles."

Still.