<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tumblr_mx2f6th4Fi1qzl05no1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Pénelope d'Aumont, "Penny"</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Docks of Doroga<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Haversack, warm woolen scarf over her shoulders and neck, a hat she stole from a ferrier, and skirt and tunic.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jude, Tragon<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1071359<br/><hr/><br/>She had given Jude's gripping hand a pat, before they parted to mount the animals, Penny was an... issue, as her size compared to that of the horses was n issue. The problem was eventually solved with a lady's saddle and a strap to secure her, the halfling's face beet red at the fuss and complications. This was before it was found that she had all the riding experience of an infant. She spent almost as much time tugging the reigns and sending the poor confused horse in circles as she did keeping up with the others. Eventually, the horse figured out to just ignore its flappy-handed rider, and trailed with the other animals.<br/><br/>Penny's flush didn't go away during any of this.<br/><br/>"Father - Ah,<em>Taltus</em>- dabbled in the alchemical arts," she noted to Tragon. "He never did teach me a lick of it, just had me gopher for him," she smirks a little, brushing a strand of coppery hair out of her eyes, watching the stuffy-seeming young man.<em>At least I'm not the only one terrible in the saddle,</em>she muses. "I hope you'll be willing to share your library. I could only pack so many, myself..."<br/><br/>Eventually, her equine falls back towards Jude. Penny rides silently beside her for a moment, glancing over. "The forest here is quite a bit different from back home. There, it's all scrubby and patchy, mostly alder, a few stands of hemlock and spruce. It's kind of like being in some nature-god's basement here, isn't it?" A flash of a smile, evidently unconcerned. "Don't worry too much about the sniffy one," she murmurs to Jude, eyes glancing towards Edmund. "He'll come around. and if he doesn't, we'll make him." There's that bright grin again, before her eyes go wide, the horse under her deciding it wants to take a sudden detour around a puddle in the road.<br/><br/>"You senseless son of an ogre's goat!" She yelps at the animal as it carries her along according to its own trajectory among the group.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Ah, the fun of being a small character in a medium world, with no Handle Animal or Ride to speak of...<br/><br/>Also? <em>Wow</em> on the Wisdom roll. Just... <em>wow</em><br/>Roll Result: Penny rolled: 1d20, adding -1 to the total<br/>Comment: wisdom check<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 0</div></div>