[There's no answer at the door, a stretch of silence, because Konoha... is running late.
Nikolai isn't the only one who isn't quite like themselves this week. It isn't like her not to be punctual, if not five minutes early. A keen nose might detect the smell of food from within the barn, perhaps the table is set, but the woman who is supposed to be hosting... Had up until a little while ago been desperately attempting to tend to herself in the only way a woman not biologically meant for self-pleasure could, trying to take the edge of her breeding cycle and its urges by herself upon discovering that the person who'd proven themselves capable of dampening them had disappeared from Sumarlok. Was she cursed? First the only centaur stallion in the city had lost his form, now this-
And time had gotten away from her until she looked up and noted the position of the sun through the trees, going for the device to make some excuse to Nikolai and reschedule only to realize she'd left her harness (and the phone within) back at the barn, panicking as she hurriedly freshened up at the river and redonned her clothing, shamefully rewrapped her "assistant", and all but ran back to-]
N- Nikolai, good afternoon- !
[She bursts from the trees in a barely controlled canter, pulling back immediately in a too-late attempt to look like she hadn't been rushing. To correspond with the chunk of emerald embedded on her haunch her hooves have become slightly daintier, cloven, the white socks on her bay legs more feathered with hair, a small ivory horn curving upward from forehead. But not only that difference- unlike most times they've met, she seems to be wearing some sort of fabric tied to drape over her rump for extra modesty like a skirt.
Also he's a... oh, this one she understands, at least! It's a dragon!]
I'm so sorry, I was tending to something and lost track of time... Come in, come in- !
[Even though the rather long rectangular box in her arms is further disguised with a cloth wrap, it's burning her up to be seen holding it in front of a man, or maybe that's just the residual glow on her cheeks from something else. Eager to hide it away before any questions are asked, Konoha tugs the heavy barn door open as if it were a paper screen and leading him in with an anxious smile.
And as she passes, a whiff of... strong potpourri? Coming from what seems to be a ball of dried flowers and leaves shaped into something vaguely ornamental and tied with ribbons to the dock of her tail. Just usual things.]
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Nikolai isn't the only one who isn't quite like themselves this week. It isn't like her not to be punctual, if not five minutes early. A keen nose might detect the smell of food from within the barn, perhaps the table is set, but the woman who is supposed to be hosting... Had up until a little while ago been desperately attempting to tend to herself in the only way a woman not biologically meant for self-pleasure could, trying to take the edge of her breeding cycle and its urges by herself upon discovering that the person who'd proven themselves capable of dampening them had disappeared from Sumarlok. Was she cursed? First the only centaur stallion in the city had lost his form, now this-
And time had gotten away from her until she looked up and noted the position of the sun through the trees, going for the device to make some excuse to Nikolai and reschedule only to realize she'd left her harness (and the phone within) back at the barn, panicking as she hurriedly freshened up at the river and redonned her clothing, shamefully rewrapped her "assistant", and all but ran back to-]
N- Nikolai, good afternoon- !
[She bursts from the trees in a barely controlled canter, pulling back immediately in a too-late attempt to look like she hadn't been rushing. To correspond with the chunk of emerald embedded on her haunch her hooves have become slightly daintier, cloven, the white socks on her bay legs more feathered with hair, a small ivory horn curving upward from forehead. But not only that difference- unlike most times they've met, she seems to be wearing some sort of fabric tied to drape over her rump for extra modesty like a skirt.
Also he's a... oh, this one she understands, at least! It's a dragon!]
I'm so sorry, I was tending to something and lost track of time... Come in, come in- !
[Even though the rather long rectangular box in her arms is further disguised with a cloth wrap, it's burning her up to be seen holding it in front of a man, or maybe that's just the residual glow on her cheeks from something else. Eager to hide it away before any questions are asked, Konoha tugs the heavy barn door open as if it were a paper screen and leading him in with an anxious smile.
And as she passes, a whiff of... strong potpourri? Coming from what seems to be a ball of dried flowers and leaves shaped into something vaguely ornamental and tied with ribbons to the dock of her tail. Just usual things.]