Like an avant-garde totem pole, the stand together there for... Maybe a bit longer than anyone usually would. Cereza in mid-yeehaw arm, frozen on the Great and Powerful Indrik, held aloft by a towering and slightly gaunt man. There's a rustle in the trees. Cereza blinks, and shifts to side-saddle and leans back to get a look at what's going on.

"Oh. Hello." She says, smugly and somewhat upside-down-ly to Rex. "That was a good catch. Give me a second, and I'll be right down."

She then proceeds to, for lack of a better description, cartwheel-slink her way to the ground, while somehow keeping her weight from screwing up his center of gravity in the process.

"I have to admit, he was a helluva ride, although I have had better... Is he yours, by any chance?"