Lucky For A Second Time?

Frisk would have quite the equine welcoming party for him. First a small, almost-pony sunshine yellow Starmane would all but spring out to meet him, singing in her musical neigh and prancing in place even as she nuzzled up to him. Following at a more sedate pace would be a soft-stepping Seraph – she would even alter her gait to avoid stepping on a small brown beetle that happened to cross her path – and a delicately-built Pegasus with silken feathers. Each would take to nuzzling the goat-creature affectionately, claiming him as theirs while at the same time hoping for names.

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Gentle Heart, I will Take Care of You Wind Pegasus

Oftentimes those who are the gentle, kind sort find themselves, whether they intend it or not, being taken advantage of. Those with less scrupulous hearts or those who simply are unthinking about it will ask more of them than they can give, wear them down with requests and needs until they just about break. Whether or not Frisk has ever encountered any of these individuals isn't part of this Wind's mental equation. The thing that concerns her is that should it happen (or even just when she thinks Frisk needs it), she will more than be there to cover her Bonded in her wings like a warm, snuggly blanket and fuss over him with found treats and nuzzles and all manners of affection. She will shower him with kindness and affection, and the only thing she asks in return is some hugs and love herself. Just a little bit is all she needs to make her day and energize her for yet more caretaking of her Bonded.

She is in body much akin to a Lusitano horse, with a beautiful golden dun colored body and a creamy white mane and tail that grows very thick. As her rank shows she has the coal black lines that trace her spine and spans her shoulders, and the edge feathers of her wings match her mane and tail.


Live and Let Live, and Love it All Seraph Starmane

Life is beautiful, life is precious, and all life deserves to live no matter what form it takes. This Starmane is as much a pacifist as her Bonded is. She will never intentionally cause harm to another living being, and plants also earn the favor of her kind eye. Her steps in the grass are careful and precise; despite her large size she is quite skilled in doing no more than bending the blades, swishing them back upright with her long tail as she passes. Even those plants she must consume for her own life are viewed with respect, and she will bow her head in acknowledgement of their sacrifice for her continuance before a meal. To this end however, she refuses to graze as a normal equine might. Oats are her preferred meal, grains given to her that have already been plucked; she will not be the direct source of their demise. This outlook has a couple of side effects for Frisk: good luck picking a flower without a teary-eyed look and having trees pointed out to him for due appreciation (or gestured requests for him to do something should the tree be in bad straits), and stray, weary animals looking for a meal and shelter or perhaps some healing will tend to appear wherever Frisk decides to make his shelter. She really can't help herself; she simply loves it all.

Her pelt shifts in melding bands of rich auburn, pearl gold, and rosy red roan with hints of vibrant chestnut and dusty blue roan along her legs. Her starlight mane and tail carry as all of her rank light strands and stars that appear as the vibrant gold of dawn, with hints of rose. Her hooves seem to be carved from diamonds, yet never harm the ground she strides upon.


Life of the Party and Friend to All Archon Starmane

Everyone knows someone like her. The person who fits in no matter the celebration, attracts friends like flowers attract butterflies, and whom no one can really find fault with no matter what she does because even when she errs she is so quick and sincere to make amends. With her clarion voice bringing smiles to everyone she will certainly be a bright mote of golden sunshine in Frisk's life, and likely a great source of making new friends as well. There's hardly a celebration she'll not want to attend and if she RSVPs 'yes!' you can bet she'll be bringing her Bonded along as her 'plus one!'

Like all Archons she is a small thing, barely three feet tall at the withers to use horse terms. Though she can't manifest wings either, she doesn't let that stop her from prancing everywhere she goes, diamond hooves glittering with each step from the soft light she emanates continually (or outright shines if she uses her full brilliance). Her buttercream-yellow coat only adds to her merry visage.