She Stashes The Apron In The Unused Oven Why He Turns To Fill His Plate. "Nothing, Nothing." Then She

She stashes the apron in the unused oven why he turns to fill his plate. "Nothing, nothing." Then she mimics him and gets a bit of everything on her own, sprinkling cheese over her eggs.

She sits next o him, and gets asked that question while sipping her orange juice. She sets the glass down and cocks her head as she replies, "What do you mean? Nothing weird about scrambled eggs. Unless you put ketchup on them or something." Her face scrunches up in a mock look of disgust.

Morning in the Mountains

She also lays in the sun for a while, occasionally grumbling when she reflexively tries to spread her wings to catch some additional rays and meeting the resistance of the bandages. She decides to take her mind off it by recalling the incident that led to them in the first place.

Images go past in her head. The curve of the world, the adrenaline rush of the freefall, pressing herself close to Rider's bac-

She presses a talon to her beak to keep from squawking in embarrassment again, glancing over to the pegasus to see if he saw the blush under her feathers.

Golden Afternoon

Saucy semi-nsfw after the break. You have been warned

"Can we just go back to your place? I don't think I'm feeling up to heading into a town right now." She stands and nervously rubs an arm.

"I think I saw some lettuce and tomato in your fridge that was still good. I think I can work with that."

Golden Afternoon

"Yipe!" she turns around quickly while trying to hide something "No, it's fine. I'll clean up after we're done. Just grab whatever you want and enjoy yourself." plates are piled with all of the treats on the counter nearby. Either she was expecting a family of four or she can pack it away.

"How do you like your coffee? It's still black right now." she looks over to the machine that had almost seemed to be the only regularly used piece of equipment in this kitchen when she started.

Morning in the Mountains

Morning in the Mountains

The smell of scrambling eggs would fill the home of Rider by dawn. Gale had gotten up early after a restful sleep to cook some breakfast for her host, hoping that the military man hadn't already gotten up yet. Her tail swishes around as eggs, coffee, juice, and bagels are made up. She'd have a bit of cleaning to do afterward, but it's the least she could do.