Hetland 2 wrote:Sylvia cocked her head in confusion landing on her back again. "Why? Sylvia's good luck! People say so! Then they give me fish and bread!" She smiled broadly though the mention of aiming turned it into an expression of bafflement "Huuuh? Sylvia wasn't aiming! Sylvia was landing! And why would I land on your butt? That doesn't make sense." She laughed merrily, not realizing that the Centaur might be mad at her.
Plymoth twitched and growled, getting ready to start bucking the creature off. "If you were good luck, you wouldn't be slamming into random centaur's backs on your way to the ground! If you'd done that to a plain horse, the thing would've been scarred for life!"
Rage very quickly turned to exasperation, as she put her palm in her face. Evidently Sylvia was, quite literally, a bird brain. "I... don't even know what to do with you. What kind of messed-up upbringing did you have, exactly?"