Gods, that would have been an unfortunate end. Her basket of foraged goods lies at the bottom of the cliff, dashed against some sharp rocks. Peony turns sharply to face Ari. "Grab the spider and hold onto me." And then with little ceremony she rips her simple peasant shirt off over her head, iridescent wings the size of her body unfurling from behind her and leaving her with nothing but her stays protecting her modesty.
And, unless Ari can muster a good enough objection in time, she's going to grab them around the waist and make her best effort to get them airborne.
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Gods, that would have been an unfortunate end. Her basket of foraged goods lies at the bottom of the cliff, dashed against some sharp rocks. Peony turns sharply to face Ari. "Grab the spider and hold onto me." And then with little ceremony she rips her simple peasant shirt off over her head, iridescent wings the size of her body unfurling from behind her and leaving her with nothing but her stays protecting her modesty.
And, unless Ari can muster a good enough objection in time, she's going to grab them around the waist and make her best effort to get them airborne.