(Percy was still trying to figure out all of these places. It was relearning an entire world and that took a bit more than a week to do. He had been pretty convinced Gyro was telling him to go somewhere that only existed in the Legend of Zelda games. Once he is out and about though, he finds that it is actually pretty fantastic to look at. He stares up in quiet awe, staring at the details of the city, wondering what kind of place this actually was. It isn't the strangest place he's been though.
Blackjack himself is a glossy, solid black horse. He's a relatively regular sized horse but with a majestic frame and thick, luxurious wings that looked perfectly in tact, every individual feather laying precisely where it meant to. His hooves were gleaming, well maintained things and he taps about. He's not the weight of an average horse. Has a surreal, lighter body that allowed for flight. Blackjack is without any saddle, any bits, nothing at all. Percy rides him entirely bare and natural. Always had, always will.
But that doesn't take away from the beauty of Valkyrie at all. The horse is gorgeous, healthy, and Percy instantly respects Gyro doubly for the perfect condition that he so obviously kept his horse in.
Upon sight of the other horse, Blackjack's wings open up part way and he bounces a bit in excitement. It looks odd a little bit for someone not used to a pegasus, seeing a horse move almost unnaturally light. He was just as feisty and so maybe this was the beginning of a great friendship.
Ayyyye! Aye, aye brother.
Blackjack settles some and rests nudges his face back at Valkyrie, snorting in interest. Percy grins himself, knowing that Blackjack was excited for the equestrian company.)
Yup. We might have gotten a little lost on the way here but I figured it out eventually. Hey Valkyrie. I'm Percy.
(He speaks now directly to Valkyrie, figuring he might as well introduce himself properly.)
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He had been pretty convinced Gyro was telling him to go somewhere that only existed in the Legend of Zelda games. Once he is out and about though, he finds that it is actually pretty fantastic to look at. He stares up in quiet awe, staring at the details of the city, wondering what kind of place this actually was. It isn't the strangest place he's been though.Blackjack himself is a glossy, solid black horse. He's a relatively regular sized horse but with a majestic frame and thick, luxurious wings that looked perfectly in tact, every individual feather laying precisely where it meant to. His hooves were gleaming, well maintained things and he taps about. He's not the weight of an average horse. Has a surreal, lighter body that allowed for flight. Blackjack is without any saddle, any bits, nothing at all. Percy rides him entirely bare and natural. Always had, always will.
But that doesn't take away from the beauty of Valkyrie at all. The horse is gorgeous, healthy, and Percy instantly respects Gyro doubly for the perfect condition that he so obviously kept his horse in.
Upon sight of the other horse, Blackjack's wings open up part way and he bounces a bit in excitement. It looks odd a little bit for someone not used to a pegasus, seeing a horse move almost unnaturally light. He was just as feisty and so maybe this was the beginning of a great friendship.
Ayyyye! Aye, aye brother.
Blackjack settles some and rests nudges his face back at Valkyrie, snorting in interest. Percy grins himself, knowing that Blackjack was excited for the equestrian company.)
Yup. We might have gotten a little lost on the way here but I figured it out eventually. Hey Valkyrie. I'm Percy.
(He speaks now directly to Valkyrie, figuring he might as well introduce himself properly.)