Plane Crash in Paradise - Golden Oaks Reincarnated

"Yeah, whatever, miss all-knowing." Cicero rotated his waist again, crossing his arms loosely while continuing to watch them. " I'd offer to help, but they don't seem to like me much. What do you think? There's some pretty ones down there." A sly smile crept across his face.

"Yeah. And handsome ones." Willow said, smiling at him. "Too bad you don't look like a human."
 
"I was just saying that you don't look normal to them." Willow said, patting his back. "I think you're quite handsome."

"So, what, you wanna go for a ride or something? You can push my saddlebags forward, there's plenty of room back there. It's boring just watching forever, despite the interesting subjects. Still, I ain't gonna just hang around." Cicero impatiently stomped a forefoot, his tail swishing at biting flies.
 
"Ok." Willow said as she jumped lightly onto his back.

When her slight weight settled on his back, Cicero waited a moment for her to grip his sides with her knees. " If you wanna go fast, I recommend slipping your arms around my chest under my arms. A good run isn't any fun if you fall off. Wanna blast through their camp for kicks or head inland and race along the crystal cliffs?" He was getting excited, snorting expectantly.
 
"Blast through the camp!!! That would be fun!!!" Willow exclaimed. She put her arms around his waist. "Let's go fast!!!!"

Cicero reared up and whooped, pumping a fist in the air before charging full tilt across the shoreline, aiming between the makeshift shelter and the glittering water, his hooves throwing up sparkling sand like diamonds glinting in the sun.
 
"Yahoo!!!" Williw screamed happily.

Laughing loudly, Cicero charged straight towards a random guy, who stood frozen, before veering suddenly to the side, causing the man to stumble backwards onto his seat. Glancing back briefly, Cicero snickered a bit before careening on through the camp, his hooves causing dirt and sand to fly everywhere.
 

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