Action Log: Morning of the 19th.

[brosif]

Characters: The horse formally known as Sif
Open? Yes!
Where: Schwanheim or the woods, depending on the time.
When: Morning of the 19th.
What: The magic peddler gave Sif a very special hat. Too special.
Warnings: Sif is an angry horse, yo.

In the village of Schwanheim, there is a horse in place of a prince. Her color is lovely – a deep, rich brown. Her temperament is not. She runs through the city, vision blurred, knocking over whatever lies in her way in an attempt to leave the village walls. There is a bandage around her front left Fetlock, but it covers no wound.

Being in the city enrages her. Sights and sounds are filtering into her mind in a way she is wholly unused to. She thinks of the face of a peddling man and is enraged further. She will find him.

Comments

[brosif]

Too many words for an animal, and the human inside is fading quickly.

The horse looks away, for all intensive purposes wholly uninterested in the noisy creature.

Tell me, she thinks, as loudly as possible.

[canistricari]

He laughs again.

"No need to get testy! I can understand you just fine!" After all, he is an animal God.

"Whatever is new, you must get away from you!" He must be feeling particularly mean, if he's speaking in rhyme.

[brosif]

You are new, she thinks. The horse is more interested in a nearby spring, and goes to it.

[canistricari]

He snickered.

"Older than you, my dear."

But he won't pursue her. He has no real reason to want to.

[brosif]

The animal drinks and is refreshed -- content in a way that makes it harder and harder for Sif to get through to him. One last thought, hesitant though it may be.

The hat, then.

[canistricari]

He laughs again, this time more hysterically. That's as much of a 'yes' as you're going to get from this Coyote.

Will Coyote ever let this go XD?

[brosif]

That's something, at least. She knows well enough not to ask a creature like this for more.

She barely has time to think thank you before a damned gopher catches the horse's attention, and it is chasing off after it.

Coyote? Let something go? As if.

[canistricari]

He snickered as he wandered off, occasionally laughing in the face of townspeople who gave him odd looks.