<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/210/21002.jpg)</div><strong>Dramatis Personae:</strong>Animal Companions<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>3:15-3:30 XST </em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Villa Gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Bridgette, Melody, Alexis|<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Higher and higher, higher and higher, they arc upwards into the sky. Bridgette has no choice but to hold on for dear life. But, the nightmare never intentionally tries to buck her off. In fact, it makes small, minute shifts here and there, seemingly in response to how well Bridgette is holding on.<br/><br/>Some 400 odd feet up into the sky, it stops climbing higher, and instead coasts along. From up here, she has a wonderful view of their surroundings, limited only by her own sight.  She can see farms and fields of crops in the distance; two orchards (and what may be a third orchard or might be a vineyard--hard to tell at this distance); some of what looks like a lengthy trade road, complete with people riding on common horses, or animal-pulled wagons.<br/><br/>In the distance, she can see where Mincult is; but she won't know it's name until the next morning. From here, she can simply tell that it's a good sized township.<br/><br/>Her ride is soon to come to a close, though. Even if it feels like a long time, they're not up in the air for more than two or three minutes, before the nightmare begins its descent, back towards terra firma. It lands inside the Villa proper this time, and trots over to the two other girls. Ember-glowing orange eyes watch the two two-leggers with no signs of fear or concern.<br/><br/>It stops, and looks back towards Bridgette, nickering at her. As inexplicable as it is, she feels like the nightmare<em>approves</em>of her decision to ride it.<br/><br/>In the coming days, as she comes to become closer to this creature and to understand it, she will find that there is a trait it has in common with the cabbit, jackalope, and dragon: it is fairly independent. It tends to its own needs. It does, however, enjoy apples as a treat, and very specifically, only apples.<br/><br/>A diurnal creature, it will spend most of the nights sleeping. It tends to be lazier in the evenings, and more energetic in the morning. Should she ever try to give it a bit, bridle, or saddle, it will be violently opposed to it--should she wish it for a steed, she will need to become comfortable with riding it bareback.