[Now calmer, the Rapidash lowers her head to snuffle back at Cecil, letting out a low whicker.]
Alphonse. Cool.
I'm Heather.
[She takes the hand and shakes it-- she's got one of those forcibly-tight grips, a handshake with something to prove. She's gotten a little better at holding it back over the years, though.]
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Alphonse. Cool.
I'm Heather.
[She takes the hand and shakes it-- she's got one of those forcibly-tight grips, a handshake with something to prove. She's gotten a little better at holding it back over the years, though.]