First Entrance

[boghadair]

[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]

...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.

Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.

She did stick the landing after all.


[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]

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[boghadair]

She glares right back. "It's not my fault! This place just popped up right out of the blue!"

[psychowolf]

"Apparently it does that." He says in his strong southern drawl.

Clay keeps his distance from the horse, they tend not to like his kind. Perhaps it's because they can smell the wolf in him.

[boghadair]

"What sort of inn pops up out of nowhere? I was a wee bit from home and then..." she gestures in annoyance at Bar central. His accent is totally unfamiliar to her but she doesn't pursue the notion quite yet. "How can this even be happening?"

Angus' nostrils do flare slightly at the scent of him. Merida makes a soft sound of comfort and pats him between the ears.

[psychowolf]

"I've been told this is a place called Milliways." he tries not to growl.

"I believe we were brought here by some sort of Magic."

[boghadair]

"You've been told?" Up goes her eyebrow. This seems like a crucial conjuncture.

"Magic?" She wonders, sounding quite hesitant now. All of the magic she knows of comes from bad places.

[psychowolf]

"I've only just arrived myself."

He shrugs, "As far as I can tell."

[boghadair]

"And what sorta magic? Good or evil?" She squares her shoulders up. "Don't suppose you can tell me which?"