This little shriek echoes across the grassy bank of the fjord, startling some birds out of a nearby tree. Bee is a centaur now, not just a centaur but a zebra-bodied centaur, and that's fine, dreams are a perfect place for this kind of thing, and if she had to pick a favorite animal that wasn't bees, zebras would surely be near the top of the list. She's standing fairly solidly, feeling much taller and more top-heavy than usual, but she'll adapt to that in time. No, what's caused her distress enough to accidentally mark her presence here is her nakedness. She crosses her arms tightly over her breasts at once, looking around frantically (a bit dizzying, up so high) to see if anyone's caught a glimpse. Oh dear oh dear. She has to find something to wear, or at least something she can fashion into a sort of garment. Keeping one arm firmly in place, she reaches out with the other to steady herself on a tree as she tests out her new legs, warming her sleeping brain up to this new kind of movement. Usually when she dreams she has a terrible time trying to walk, her legs never seem to work right - but these dreams are so different, she feels so much more alert in them, and it's not too difficult to work out the new setup. Quickly wrapping both arms back around herself, she trundles off towards a nearby wooded area, her jaw set in determination. She's going to find some big leaves or something, so she can enjoy this dream properly.
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This little shriek echoes across the grassy bank of the fjord, startling some birds out of a nearby tree. Bee is a centaur now, not just a centaur but a zebra-bodied centaur, and that's fine, dreams are a perfect place for this kind of thing, and if she had to pick a favorite animal that wasn't bees, zebras would surely be near the top of the list. She's standing fairly solidly, feeling much taller and more top-heavy than usual, but she'll adapt to that in time. No, what's caused her distress enough to accidentally mark her presence here is her nakedness. She crosses her arms tightly over her breasts at once, looking around frantically (a bit dizzying, up so high) to see if anyone's caught a glimpse. Oh dear oh dear. She has to find something to wear, or at least something she can fashion into a sort of garment. Keeping one arm firmly in place, she reaches out with the other to steady herself on a tree as she tests out her new legs, warming her sleeping brain up to this new kind of movement. Usually when she dreams she has a terrible time trying to walk, her legs never seem to work right - but these dreams are so different, she feels so much more alert in them, and it's not too difficult to work out the new setup. Quickly wrapping both arms back around herself, she trundles off towards a nearby wooded area, her jaw set in determination. She's going to find some big leaves or something, so she can enjoy this dream properly.