[What she'll hear is the loud, awful sound of hooves and claws on stone--clattering and scraping, not two or four but six limbs, nine feet of centaur (of a sort) on all sixes as he makes his way over the boulders and scree to survey the site of such minor (or major?) calamity.
He was not expecting to find anyone on top of the rubble, however. It gives him a moment of pause.
A rare moment during which she has the opportunity to get the first word in.
Bury Me Low
He was not expecting to find anyone on top of the rubble, however. It gives him a moment of pause.
A rare moment during which she has the opportunity to get the first word in.
Or like... punch this thing in the face.
Whichever.]