Mako wasn't very eager to engage in an interstellar dogfight either, but at least that environment appealed to her a little more accurately than their current one. She shades her eyes with a hand as she searches for some sort of landmark or clue as to where they might be. Nothing leaps out at her; their present location looks to be nothing more than some generic woodland.
The Balladeer sits astride a horse, and Mako's eyes widen fractionally as she breathes in the thick, earthy smell of the animal at the same moment she comes to the realization that she's showed up mounted on one of her own. A slender palomino paws at the ground with a hoof, tossing its head as it whickers quietly. She rests a hand on its neck in a movement that can only be called instinctual.
In her head, Raleigh is only slightly less surprised. Of the two of them, he is the one more familiar with animals, but the sheer size and power of the steed has them both taken aback.
"I've never ridden one before," she admits, running a hand down the horse's neck in an effort to calm it. It seems just as startled by their sudden appearance as she is. "Who's Greta?"
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The Balladeer sits astride a horse, and Mako's eyes widen fractionally as she breathes in the thick, earthy smell of the animal at the same moment she comes to the realization that she's showed up mounted on one of her own. A slender palomino paws at the ground with a hoof, tossing its head as it whickers quietly. She rests a hand on its neck in a movement that can only be called instinctual.
In her head, Raleigh is only slightly less surprised. Of the two of them, he is the one more familiar with animals, but the sheer size and power of the steed has them both taken aback.
"I've never ridden one before," she admits, running a hand down the horse's neck in an effort to calm it. It seems just as startled by their sudden appearance as she is. "Who's Greta?"