[b]Interacting with [@Tombprince][/b]

[color=e29e9e]"Lovely name choice, Finny! And such a wonderful rhyme to pair it with. I'm impressed you could speak it all with such volume."[/color] The newly-christened Ellanore turned around just to miss the size changes Fin had undertaken and peeped at herself in a nearby mirror, examining the new features she would have to accept as her own. [color=e29e9e]"I didn't mean to imply you would injure me,"[/color] she explained as she stared, gently patting her pocket. [color=e29e9e]"I meant that perhaps someone we discover could misread our good-natured intentions and attempt to hurt us, and I know I haven't the slightest instruction in physical defense. But I suppose we will take our risks."[/color] Her fingers wove together, and she bounced on her heels. [color=e29e9e]"Since we will be riding on a horse, you may try grabbing onto a rein instead of my pocket. The rein will be steadier."[/color] Under her breath, she murmured, [color=e29e9e]"If only you could get big enough to sit on its back with me."[/color] 

[color=e29e9e]"Oh well."[/color] The former princess tiptoed out of the room and down a seemingly infinite spiral of stairs, which soaked up her feet in their thick carpets with each step she took. [color=e29e9e]"I'm ever so excited for this journey. Just imagine all the unique characters we shall meet, and perhaps some handsome men as well..."[/color] She lightly poked Fin's stomach with a playful grin. [color=e29e9e]"Are there any male fairies, Finny? Perhaps I could keep an eye out for one to accommodate a pocket-sized sapphire maiden such as yourself."[/color] Aspen didn't believe she would have the luck to find a man for herself, but Fin had more luck in her bones. She was far more talented and didn't already have more than 15 husbands to her name, either. Living vicariously was still living, after all. 

Ellanore's thought process was interrupted by her arrival at the stables, a well-maintained oak structure that reeked of that natural animal stench. Her lips curled slightly in disgust, and she quickly freed a drab brown Arabian stallion and led him outside. She scooted her hips on top, careful to not crush Fin under her body. She leaned over to Fin and spoke through the dress's fabric. [color=e29e9e]"Finny, shall you hold onto the reins or stay in my pocket? Now is your chance to escape the pocket if you wish it."[/color]