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Riding was less cold than she'd thought though she wrapped a heavy bit of leather in her pack around her head. It helped with the wind though as rough and craggy as the old heavy leather was it made a very good case for being a brown rock than a bluish kobold. Hooting at the airtime she made a similar note of pain in landing her particulars on his tail even if it was in a tail sock. The second time she loosed a vulgarity in sylvan then grabbed his tail and fidgeted to put it upward between them.

Over the roar of the hot engine her voice was barely audible while rearranging his tail though it had a spark of mischievous spirit, "Oi! That thing's gotta move yer hurtin the important bits, gimmie! Ha! Know what 'bold I see the tallbloods keepin' stuff put."

While it would be difficult to see the cyan eyes focusing downward from the driving position it was more clear what she meant when leaning forward again. Reorganizing to something more mammalian his tail stuck up through the trenchcoat and over her shoulder. Threaded over her inner coat between a new pair of unusual fluff rather obvious. It kept her from landing on his tail though instead it shuffed through and over her shoulder instead.