#brightwindsbarony

Yes, zonked not bonked

A worried look. Irene fishes a little pink pony from her sequined fanny pack. Listening carefully to the stranger - is the stranger in the cab, or still outside?

Getting behinnd the wheel, she's about to start up

The piskie drops the pony onto the road. It's incongruous with the southwest dirt - pink and bright, with glittery markings and silver hair.

And it starts to drive off, rattling and thumping. Music blares from the radio in the truck

taking an extra passenger in it

She shakes Nessa's withers. "Nessa, you gotta wake up..."

Nessa feels .. well she feels! Things still hazy, dizzy... but a voice, insisting she get up

A leg twitches, and she groans.

"Nessa, c'mon..." Shake shake shake.

"Don' think I can go to school today..."

"Not school! You're being stolen!"

As Cardi B blares up ahead, Nessa feels a bump or two, and ropes? Ropes over her

"Don't be silly... Irene would never steal me." Blinking and starting to make some fuzzy connections. "Irene?"

"Shhhh. You're on a truck."

"Is Jazzy okay? My new friend..." She stops, and lowers her voice. Trying to sit up, but the ropes seem to be holding her down. "No. Not a friend. Irene, you shouldn't be here! You could get hurt." Whispered.

"Why is the kitten wet? Oh, she said a bad word..."

They can't see through the tarp.

"Jazzy? I don't know any Jazzy."

"I think that's who is driving. Listen, you have to get out. Run back home, and find help."

"I can't leave you here! You could get hurt, you're a fledge."

"Are you tied down? Let me see..."

Nessa's breath is starting to come a little faster. She is tied down, in a small space. Cannot get free...

She struggles against the ropes over her haunches, and tries to kick a leg free - away from Irene!

"No, no, no, it's okay.... Nessa, Ness,a I'll help you! I can get the knots."

The clasps are tight. However, Irene's fingers might find something sharp on the centaur, used for clipping samples from flowers and herbs. It might help too

Small pruning shears, in her bag!

Clever hands and sharp scissors at the task!

And while our little piskie is not strong, the centaur girl is strongger than she knows and pressure puls.. and with the shears Irene can...

SPROING!

Shooting past the piskie's head, the first bond comes loose! And with it, the others ..the tarp fluttes threatening to fly off

"If she stops, we can make a run for it!

A rope comes loose and Nessa can't help it, she rolls over and tries to steady her legs under her, with a bump-thump.

Cursing as the music cuts off, the truck starts to stop!

Nessa kicks and shoves at the ropes now, clearing them from where they may catch on her long legs and cause her to stumble.

Irene helps, tugging at the tarp.

"Irene, this is a big ask - but do you think you can drive a truck?"

Whispered quickly to the piskie!

"Sure! I do great at GTA!"

"When she comes around, I'll knock her over - if you can sneak into the front...."

"I can be sneaky!"

Nessa groans louder now. "I think I'm going to be sick..." She says loudly, and kicks weakly at the side of the wheel rim. "The ropes are loose and I'm bouncing..."

She puts a finger on the side of her nose and wiggles it, like Santa. A veil settles, obscuring her even further from view.

"Son of a bitch" Jazzy says as the truck has stopped . She comes around "oh man, you were supposed to be outfor another hour before needing another dose. Hold still" She pulls out a syringe

Irene scuttles into the cab.

Nessa aims and lashes out with a hoof towards the satyr. "Oh no you don't!"

Slam the door. Hit the locks.

It's hard to manuever in the truck and laying down, but she does her best!

"Hey, wait is someone in my..." That's when the Centaur kick catches the Satyress clearly in the jaw causing her to stagger away, cursinng.

Irene is now in the Driver's seat!