[ That's... that's a great question. Her horns shift as her brow knits thoughtfully, considering it. ]

The nyphids I've known rode at my shoulders, between my wings. [ Her neck twists to direct a glance back at the spot. Yeah, he'd fit there. A pause, then even more thoughtfully: ] But they also had wings of their own, and could leave any time I got... distracted.

[ read: anytime she saw something to attack or eat and forgot she had a rider. ]