The Preserve, Saturday Evening

[life_inshadow]

Tara had never been a pony before, and -- after the awkward oh-god-how-do-I-walk phase -- she actually found herself enjoying it.

She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.

She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.

If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.

[OOC: Open preserve!]

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[life_inshadow]

"I thought you could hold onto a rope with your teeth," Tara said, then giggled. "That ... doesn't exactly help the dignity thing, does it?"

But then, neither did being ponies.

[momslilassassin]

"Not really," Ben admitted, shaking his head. "This isn't really a weekend for dignity, though I bet we have less of a chance of waking up stuck to a pillow because we ate nothing but candy and chocolate and decided baths were for other people."

Ben at five had been a little stubborn.

[life_inshadow]

Tara snorted. "I didn't mind being little as much as I minded being a model. I got stuck with that twice. I felt so stupid, after."

She spread her wings, fluttered them. "Though there's still plenty of time to do something we'll regret this weekend."

[momslilassassin]

"Like eat grass?" Ben said, grinning.