There is a flash and a dark-haired young woman finds herself in the lounge. She's pretty enough, and dressed in a stylish turquoise jacket with a long, curved knife belted at her waist.
This is where the problem starts:
The Enterprise is designed - mostly - to a humanoid scale. And it should be said that this particular newcomer, the top of her head reaching just over seven foot, probably wouldn't have to duck through too many doors. No, her height isn't exactly the problem. But the fact that from the waist down she resembles a dappled gray Iberian horse?
Yeah, that might be where the problem is.
Roshanak moves in shock when she registers where she is and her hind legs knock over a table. She freezes, clutches the scrollcase she'd been carrying protectively to her chest, and then scowls at the room. Her white ears - shaped and textured like that of a true horse - twist back as far as her skull allows.
"Does anyone want to explain which particular sorcerer thought this was amusing?"
Roshanak : OC
This is where the problem starts:
The Enterprise is designed - mostly - to a humanoid scale. And it should be said that this particular newcomer, the top of her head reaching just over seven foot, probably wouldn't have to duck through too many doors. No, her height isn't exactly the problem. But the fact that from the waist down she resembles a dappled gray Iberian horse?
Yeah, that might be where the problem is.
Roshanak moves in shock when she registers where she is and her hind legs knock over a table. She freezes, clutches the scrollcase she'd been carrying protectively to her chest, and then scowls at the room. Her white ears - shaped and textured like that of a true horse - twist back as far as her skull allows.
"Does anyone want to explain which particular sorcerer thought this was amusing?"