<span style="font-weight: bold">Wilnomna Windcanterer</span><br/><br/>Warning, NSFW character pic:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">[ <a class="postlink" href="http://orig13.deviantart.net/eb76/f/2010/103/b/9/sentry_by_xiwik.jpg">http://orig13.deviantart.net/eb76/f/2010/103/b/9/sentry_by_xiwik.jpg</a> ]</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"How can you be so sure we're to rush into battle upon a whim? If we could bypass these bandits and leave them to their loot, we might arrive at the source of this magical disturbance that much faster. It certainly won't be any easier if you're carrying.. cargo in your stomachs."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh, a single human your size wouldn't slow me down at all honey," Wilnomna replies, utterly casually and unselfconciously. It's clear she's speaking from long and comfortable experience. "I'll need a couple dangling back there and one squirming up here," she pats the slim, muscled abdomen beneath her dangling breasts, "before I feel stuffed enough to really have to slow down."<br/><br/>Wilnomna slows a little, letting Alex take the lead, and the centauresses eyes can't help by linger on the bulging balls dangling between the marestallion's hindquarters. She licks her lips, probably unconciously, then turn her head back to Ferya and Elisia... and licks them again. "It's always better to tackle a problem well-fed, if you can. Besides," she winks at the half-elf, "you'll probably sleep more comfortably tonight knowing all four of us have already filled our stomachs."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"...Though if, uh, we are going to do this, I could always hasten your actions and cast some destructive magics from afar.."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Human meals aren't that fast," Wilnomna laughs, "but every little helps. Ferya and Anya first, if there's a choice to be made - Alex and I have a fair turn of speed alone, and I don't mind my meals a little seared," her brow furrows, "but I don't think you should remain behind. If those bandits have a centaur themselves, they could be on you before we could do anything. Alex and I could probably running them down, but by the time we did, with all the jolting from cantering, there might not be much of you left but a nutritious mush. I suppose we could collect your remains," she continues thoughtfully. "What's your favourite flower? We could plant a bed in your memory and fertilise it with you." Wilnomna tosses her head, and sets the thought aside. "It wouldn't be fair if someone had to stay and protect you - I think we're all hungry - and it might not be too safe for you," she smiles, "since I know nothing makes me hungrier than watching someone else eat a good meal."<br/><br/>"I wouldn't<span style="font-style: italic">normally</span>do this," she says, prancing to present herself side-on to Elisia, stretching our her hand in invitation, "but I'm going to let you ride on me." She giggles. "Normally, girls only get to ride<span style="font-style: italic">in</span>me, but this is a special case, since you're part of our strange little herd."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Well if they are bandit's what are we waiting for?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Well someone's hungry," Wilnomna laughs. "Better hurry!"<br/><br/>OOC: Presumably, Elisia can ride Wilnomna and still act as if she hasn't otherwise moved (if that is important for spellcasting safely).