[ This is GREAT, is Lela's enthusiastic confirmation, and she half-spins in delight, managing to not trip over her tail, collide with Mace, or bump out of York's reach when he bends down to pet her. The delight dimmed briefly as she looked across at Melody. No, they're not talking and I don't know how to fix it, she mewed, very aware of the awkwardness. Then she perked up again. But I bet when she finds out that the Strong person is here, she'll be really--]
#CHA-CHACK#
[--happy...?
Turning, ears flatten backwards as Lela sinks down immediately, belly flat to the ground and half hidden behind Max. She then peers around York's leg, to where her Person stands at the top of the stairs, with hands that are far too steady holding a gun that is pointed directly at the party below.
Clad in one of workout outfits Rarity had made for her, it is the first time Carolina'd finally unwound enough to dress down when there wasn't a party, chose to not equip her armor when venturing outdoors and only carry one magnum with her. And now this. She has no armor, no speed enhancement. Meaning there's no hiding the ashen face or dark and dead look to green eyes as her weapon trains on a very specific target, safety off and finger resting on the trigger.
The scars on the back of her neck ache, phantom memory of pain lacing down her spine.
She's never trusting North's word on the dream world's being 'safe' again.]
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#CHA-CHACK#
[--happy...?
Turning, ears flatten backwards as Lela sinks down immediately, belly flat to the ground and half hidden behind Max. She then peers around York's leg, to where her Person stands at the top of the stairs, with hands that are far too steady holding a gun that is pointed directly at the party below.
Clad in one of workout outfits Rarity had made for her, it is the first time Carolina'd finally unwound enough to dress down when there wasn't a party, chose to not equip her armor when venturing outdoors and only carry one magnum with her. And now this. She has no armor, no speed enhancement. Meaning there's no hiding the ashen face or dark and dead look to green eyes as her weapon trains on a very specific target, safety off and finger resting on the trigger.
The scars on the back of her neck ache, phantom memory of pain lacing down her spine.
She's never trusting North's word on the dream world's being 'safe' again.]
What. Is going on here.