[Try not to land on any of the frail bones that are still unprotected. Which is a lot of them. Reira's eventual wings will be large, but right now there is barely anything upon them. The bases are messy stubs of skinless flesh that still bleeds, and strings of all sorts of tissue slowly drape themselves and wind along the skeletal frames. Reira manages to look to the horse that is her guardian, but little else. Both sets of eyes block up with water, and her back shudders and convulses as another pass of growth hits, forcing her to tense and lock and finally clasp her head and horns with another cry.] kG-HHAAAH!!
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AAAAUUUHHH!!