As horse pinned his ears pack and looked, well, maybe a bit pissed, Ndale's ears went back as well. He lingered his gaze on the Shire's face before turning back to Deneli as he was scolded. He made a low meowing noise from the back of his throat in protest. He wasn't hurting the horse, really. He'd actually been really good about it. At the offending poke, Ndale lifted the paw targeted and made another noise of annoyance and he may have made to bat at her hand, but, of course, lifting one paw drew his weight back and the horse's fur wasn't the best ground to be standing on.

The cheetah's back right leg slipped over the side of the beast and he chirped as he nearly fell over. Landing on his stomach on the horse's back, he had to use a bit of his front claws to keep from sliding, but he quickly retracted them as he stabilized himself. Okay, no standing. Unsettled, he stayed laying heavily and close to the skin beneath him, a little scared to move at the moment.

Abel wished he could greet this cheerful girl, he really did, even a whinny. But he could only perk his ears forwards and bow his head a little to acknowledge her words.

When the girl reached forwards to poke the cheetah, Abel grew nervous. He side-stepped to put the predator out of reach again, not wishing for her to aggravate it and put herself in some sort of danger. But when the cat merely mewed pathetically and not at all in the manner Abel was under the impression large cats should sound, he wondered if this was perhaps... some sort of pet? That would certainly explain why his hunting was so rotten, he probably was really just trying to play.

He wasn't sure if it was the fault of his own small movement or if the cheetah was just a little clumsy up there, but when it began to slip, Abel steadied himself as best he could. He even held his breath despite the dully uncomfortable scratches combing through his fur as the cheetah tried to regain his footing.

When it seemed the feline had settled himself well enough, balanced there on his belly, Abel rolled his eyes at the scene before turning to eye the newer arrival again. He lowered his head and tried to nudge the girl's curls gently and playfully with a warm airy breath through his nose. His tail swished leisurely behind him, the brief feeling of danger passing with the feline's lack of grace.

Deneli seemed to find every action made by the cheetah to be comical given his position on the horse, and she couldn't seem to make herself stop laughing. Ndale was so silly. Of course, as the horse played with her curls, it brought on another onslaught of laughter. Yay, he was a nice horsie~

Now with the horse's face so close, Deneli moved to stroke his mane with one hand. She looked at Ndale for a moment before reestablishing eye contact with the horse. "Ndale's a silly kitty!" Deneli couldn't even recall the last time she'd referred to him as "Ndale" and she wondered if she'd even said his name right. She was pretty sure she had though. She knew it had three letters -- in the written language she was used to, anyway -- and the word "doll" in it, and that's how she remembered it.

In case she'd said it wrong though, she looked back at the cheetah and stuck her tongue out at him. The action wouldn't be totally uncalled for at the moment, and if she'd said the name wrong she could pretend that she'd done it on purpose.

He wished the horse would stop moving. It was not all that easy being up here on live ground. Ndale pressed closer to the horse's back, though, laying his head down to try and seem casual. Even being still, the rise and fall of his breathing was unsettling. It felt awkward, though, it was actually soothing after awhile. In fact, never mind, he quite liked it. His eyes took a longer blink and he entertained the thought of falling asleep before Deneli caught his attention. He hadn't really been paying attention, his span for that not being entirely great at the moment, and as such, only caught the words "silly kitty" and a tongue directed at him in a rather childish manner. The only obvious answer that any adult would do? Return the gesture.

His hung out his long, rough tongue at the girl, pulling up his lip slightly and pinned back his ears and gave a huffing growl. With a roll of his eyes, his gaze landed on the span of horse neck in front of him. Bored, and for some reason transfixed on the base of the mane, he absently decided to lap said barbed tongue over the horse's withers before attempting to gently gnaw on them. The cheetah again was certainly not trying to hurt Abel, but it was a sufficiently amusing action and may have been a bit sharp if his teeth poked or pinched the skin.

Abel obediently held still while the girl stroked his mane. He blinked when her eyes caught his, then his gaze wandered back to view the feline where he sat just in the corner of his vision. Nuh.. dolly? Doll-A? Was that what she'd said? It was a strange name, but a name nonetheless. So it was a pet after all. That was a relief, at least. He probably wouldn't have to worry about it attacking any kids or the other livestock. It was traied, he noted, when the cheetah returned the childish gesture of sticking one's tongue out. It was amusing, and he would smile if he could. As it was, his ears merely raised straighter with interest.

He was letting his watchful gaze slip from the predator lounging across his back again when there was an faint unexpected pressure on his withers followed by a very small sharp pinch. The muscles at the base of his mane twitched instinctively as if to scare of a biting fly, but in his mind he knew it was no fly. Both ears pinned back with mild annoyance and the shire swung his massive head around to nip reprehensibly at whatever bit of the cheetah he could manage to reach.

Jumping off a building was not Rhys's most grand idea.

After all, it sounded suicidal, right?

She jumped anyways. Not long afterwards, her wings caught the first draft, lifting her high and away from her starting point.. Only...that draft didn't keep her in the air for as long as she thought it would. It faded, and she flattened out herself into her fish form, lightening so small gusts could break her fall. Instead, she tumbled through the air in mad circles. Since the wind wasn't helping she transformed back into human form, hoping to distribute the pain over a larger area. If successful, her body might ache like it was nothing, but the pain would be lessened.

Being one who couldn't predict the weather, yet another small gust affected her flight. She ended up tilting somewhat, hitting the ground against her left shoulder.

CRACK!

I shouldn't have been doing this in the first place... she thought.

She had no feeling in her left arm, at all. She pondered sitting up, but didn't feel like writing in pain for hours on end. She moved her arm only slightly, and she grimaced, biting back tears of pain. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. Especially Larita. She'd probably come up with tons of ways to insult and criticize how 'weak' Rhys would be.

She smiled at the thought of punching that prissy brat fully in the face.

She continued to glance at the sky. Although one arm hurt, the other one worked fine. It wasn't worth going to the infirmary for.

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[[Sorry for barging in. <_> By the way, she lands some couple 20 yards away from the rest of em. I don't think they would hear her arm break though :X]]

Deneli let out yet another giggle as Ndale stuck his kitty tongue out at her. The gesture looked so much funnier since Ndale was a cheetah then it did when she saw someone with a humanoid form do it. Deneli wondered for a moment if the horse was alright with having Ndale on his back. He didn't seem to mind much, but then, how did a horse show he didn't like something anyway? She looked between the two for a moment.

Her voice took on a scolding tone again as looked at Ndale. "Kitty! Don't bite him. Be nice!" She wagged a finger where Ndale would see, but somehow the smile plastered across her face defeated the purpose. Underwater, there was really no fish that was the equivalent of a cheetah. None that Deneli could think of off the top of her head anyway. Even if there was though, Deneli had just learned that seahorses and land horses were entirely different. It didn't click for her that cheetah's were a predators and horses were their potential prey. Or maybe it just didn't click that Ndale was a predator at all. He'd been nothing but nice to her~

Somewhere in the background she saw something fall from the sky. Deneli stood on the tippy-toes to try and get a good look over and around the large horse. Was it a birdie?? That's a big bird!

Gnawing on the horse as he had been, Ndale was startled by the sudden horse face that was nipping at him. He jumped, shifting backwards as the lips of the horse grazed the fur of shoulder. He hissed, annoyed, but pulled back. He huffed and batted his ears in a rather dignified, haughty manner as if he was astounded the horse had dared nipped at him, so great was he. Eyes narrowed and chin high, Ndale sat himself rather pointedly on the top of the horse's rump, farther away where he would be harder to reach, tail curling around his feet, back turned definitely towards the Shire's head.

He likewise ignored Deneli's light scolding. From his perspective, he had done nothing wrong. His attention was soon grabbed, however, by a rather big bird-like thing come down from the sky and crash landing a fair few yards away. His ears pinned back as he winced at the fall, then turned forwards in interest as the thing didn't move. Had it died? Possibly... Either way, he didn't scavange for food and from here he couldn't determine beauty, so it was only mildly interesting to him.

An amused glare was all Ndale got. Even one of the shire's ears, which had been pinned back, flickered forwards at the curiously harmless batting. If anything should have instigated more of a properly predatory reaction from the feline, nipping at him would have been on Abel's 'this should work' list. But he couldn't claim to be terribly surprised when the cheetah merely sat back in a haughty manner. Surprised, and a little impressed perhaps. This was a personality that could entertain.

He head bent to allow him to look at the girl again, humbled by her gentle scolding. It was obviously she had a good heart, and he found himself very fond of her already. He was leaning his nose down to nudge her again in thanks for her watchfulness, when the motion was halted by movement just at the edge of his vision. The horse picked his head up quickly in time to witness a figure crashing into the ground, his ears receiving the muffled sound of the impact over the distance.

He didn't look to see if either of the other two were quiet as concerned as he felt, of if the cheetah was ready to maintain his balance before moving forwards at a cautiously speedy pace that hovered awkwardly between a fast walk and a hesitant trot.

He wanted to make sure whatever had fallen was alright, of course, and as he neared he realized it was a person. How had a person fallen from the sky? His silent question drew his eyes towards the sky, where there was obviously nothing to have fallen from, which confused him greatly. But his curiosity abated for now as he finally reached the figure and leaned his head down to nudge at it very gently in hopes for a response.

Rhys flinched at the sharp stab of pain where someone..something poked, or in this instance, nudged at.
She then blinked at the white beast that hovered above her. She'd seen a creature similar to this before in books of sorts...A unicorn?

Also, unicorns were known to have magical healing powers.

An idea sparked within her mind. Perhaps she could pretend she was badly wounded (more so than she already was) and it'd help her.

She stuttered her words purposely: "W-Who? I-I....f-f-fell..."

Deneli followed after the horsie. Apparently he was just as curious about the big bird as she was. Kitty didn't seem to be too interested either. As they got closer, however, she saw that it wasn't a bird. It was a girl! Now Deneli found herself looking around the pasture for something she could have fallen out of. But there was nothing.

She looked back at the horse and Kitty on his back then giggled at how silly it must have looked to the new girl. It had looked silly to her, after all. She walked around the horse to stand on the side where the girl's head was and braced her palms on her knees. She tilted her head. "Are you okay?" Surely it's what the horse had wanted to ask.

The girl suddenly appearing only confused her more. What kind of gathering was this? Lots of animals, presumably.

"I'm fine--" Rhys started, suddenly remembered she was to act the part of a weak and paralyzed person, "--er...w-well, not r-really....M-My arm f-f-feels...unwell..."

She dramatically winced after moving her arm, receiving more pain than she'd expected.

Glancing up again, she'd only realized how blinding the white-color of the 'unicorn''s coat could be.

"Can you...help...me?" she said, blinking innocently.

'Oh, how I hate acting weak. Although, it's merely just acting, so I needn't worry.' she thought.

With her good arm, she reached out to stroke the muzzle of the beastie.

Ndale wobbled slightly as the horse started forward with little warning. He half-stood to keep his balance, but found that if he loosened his muscles, it wasn't too hard to just go with the rolling of the beast's hips, over which he was seated. He found himself going backwards, facing the wrong way for which the horse was going, and as such, turned his head around to see as it came to a stop. It fell? Ndale gaze was unimpressed. No duh she fell.

He wasn't that surprised it was a girl. Odder things had happened here, and really, lots of things flew here too. However, he assumed that most things that could fly would...and not fall. That seemed kind of contrary to the point and purpose of flying. He kept his dignity upon the back of the Shire, glancing over to keep an eye on the interaction of the girl, but otherwise really found no interest. As far as he was concerned, his fun day had been ruined by the faultiness of this horse and everyone's failure to be scared or surprised by him. Lame. He huffed.

Perhaps they should get the girl to the doctor though.

Abel was grateful for Deneli's question since he could not ask it himself. Although the answer was a little concerning. Her arm was unwell? He wondered if it was sprained or broken, and how seriously. Surely, they should get her to a doctor. Was there a doctor here anyway? Or would they have to go back to the mainland? Then she was looking at him and asking for help and he really wasn't sure what to do. He truly wanted to help. His nose bumped back into her hand, trying to be reassuring. If only he could ask Deneli if there was a doctor, and where, and offer the injured girl a ride to.. wherever that is.

A little lost, he just looked to the curly-hair girl and then to the cheetah on his back who he had almost forgotten about. Then he snorted in aggravation.

She sighed. The others were quite useless, considering they couldn't take any action whatsoever the few minutes after meeting her. She tucked her bad arm near her abdomen slowly, and did some strange roll diagonally, so that she could prop herself on her other arm. She hadn't ever quite done this before on just one arm though, so her wings resisted to turn as she did, whilst her foot stepped onto her tail; thus she only managed to flip back into her previous position on the ground.

With an annoyed look on her face, she just sat up, bearing the pain inflicted upon her bad arm, crouched and stood up. The additional pain dispersed, but the previous one still lingered. She couldn't help but somewhat snicker at her stupidity for trying that flip in the first place, as well as her absurd leap from the cliff earlier. She didn't know where a doctor was, and had no desire to ask for help, but decided it was better than nothing, to ask those 'dysfunctional beings' that had only questioned or stood idle while she asked for help.

"Where might I find the infirmary?" She said, with a most informal tone.