[ As they turn to head out, Lockon recalls the conversation about York's rifle-slinging counterpart. ]
Oh! We can track him down after we finish up! I'm very curious about him... [ He squints for a second in a half-hesitation before actually heading out the sliding doors. He has been pretty good with getting over the fact that an eye that was literally NOT REALLY WORKING ANYMORE kinda started working again. Depth perception has been kind of goofy still. Not that he wants anyone catching onto it. It is certainly easy to see in-person that he's having to take a moment before going through doors or finding things to directly walk to...
Nonetheless, they head out and sure enough his Ponyta is still grounded to where she had been asked to stay outside of the 'Mart. Her nose sweeps the ground and she pricks her ears with the pair of men make their exit. As she holds her head high again, it is made apparent that she isn't just your everyday plains Ponyta. Stormer looks a little more like a show-type with her tall frame, long back, thick neck, and rather well-defined head and facial features. Even in the daylight, the embers of her mane and tail lick at the air like the tongue of the Devil.
She would make a positively lovely riding mount even for someone of Lockon's height. ]
Here she is! I'm surprised she sat still for so long... Stormer, this is York. [ He makes a vague gesture to the other man and the horse cranes her neck to give the new fellow a sniff, followed by a low, bellowing SNOOORT!! ]
I'm... Not sure what that means. But what do you think?
[ Regardless of the snort, he scurries over to pet Stormer's neck. HE'S SO PROUD OF HER. ]
action ;; SORRY I'M SO SLOW. WORK WAS A SHITSHOW LAST NIGHT.
Oh! We can track him down after we finish up! I'm very curious about him... [ He squints for a second in a half-hesitation before actually heading out the sliding doors. He has been pretty good with getting over the fact that an eye that was literally NOT REALLY WORKING ANYMORE kinda started working again. Depth perception has been kind of goofy still. Not that he wants anyone catching onto it. It is certainly easy to see in-person that he's having to take a moment before going through doors or finding things to directly walk to...
Nonetheless, they head out and sure enough his Ponyta is still grounded to where she had been asked to stay outside of the 'Mart. Her nose sweeps the ground and she pricks her ears with the pair of men make their exit. As she holds her head high again, it is made apparent that she isn't just your everyday plains Ponyta. Stormer looks a little more like a show-type with her tall frame, long back, thick neck, and rather well-defined head and facial features. Even in the daylight, the embers of her mane and tail lick at the air like the tongue of the Devil.
She would make a positively lovely riding mount even for someone of Lockon's height. ]
Here she is! I'm surprised she sat still for so long... Stormer, this is York. [ He makes a vague gesture to the other man and the horse cranes her neck to give the new fellow a sniff, followed by a low, bellowing SNOOORT!! ]
I'm... Not sure what that means. But what do you think?
[ Regardless of the snort, he scurries over to pet Stormer's neck. HE'S SO PROUD OF HER. ]