S had seen Noah and Kyra walking through the forest so she decided to follow them. (Mantha already said it was okay) She hadn't been able to learn anything from the earlier revolutionist meeting but hopefully she would this time. However, she had no intention of showing herself again. That had ended in a disaster. She thought being extremely tough on herself. She shook her head and walked quietly with no sound at all. A frown was on her face, feeling a bitter taste well up in her mouth as her thoughts returned to the prior revolutionist meeting. When she got to the plane, she scaled half of a tall tree nearby with no extra movement. She sat down, closing her eyes, and concentrated on the voices she could hear slightly. She began to make out words and tuned her ear into the conversation inside the plane.
Name: Skylar
Age: 17
Gender: F
History: Italian-born, she grew up on a horse farm and still has most of them today, at her barn in the rurals of the city. She won't give them up for the world.
Personality: She is very quiet, but is very compassionate and does not like to draw attention to herself, however her preferred way to get around is by horse, so she is often (unknowingly) drawing attention. She is incredibly clever, more than people give her credit for. Her favorite horse is often seen in the streets with her, and although this horse is the sweetest of her horses, she's the most athletic and the fastest. Her favorite horse's name is Angel, and she may just be the sweetest horse you meet. Angel reflects off Skylar's personality, she's quiet and lovable and smart but athletic to boot.
Revolutionist: Yes
Bio: tbr
Pic: (I don't have a computer at the moment, so I can't get one.)
Charlotte leaned into the big stallion's warm side. "Mornin', Boomer" she said, her breath making wisps of fog. She stroked his mane. The big paint nickered and nuzzled the pocket of Charlotte's beat up jacket. She reached inside, and pulled out a tasty windfall apple from the tree next to her house. Boomer gobbled it, an soon all her horses were around her, nuzzling her for more.
Charlotte looked around. The creek was frozen over. The tall evergreens were laced with ice. She walked to the barn, and came out with a jumble of leather in her hands. She saddled up Nickers, her pretty white Arabian. C'mon." She said softly into the Arabian's ear. "Let's ride."