orb ; rebirth 19

[sorcerous]

[ The orb rises and follows as Loki leaps from one tree to another, lighting on a strong branch and bracing himself with a palm against the bark.

There's quite a din of whinnying and hoofbeats in the background.

His voice is utterly calm: ]

Gretel -- sorceress. It seems my day is somewhat preoccupied. I won't be able to meet with you after all.

[ A smash of splintering wood; Loki flinches. More of a twitch, really.

He raises his eyes heavenward, in exasperation, and reaches out for the orb.

It avoids his fingers. ]

Oh, in the name of --

[ Visible, now, is a horse just a few feet below him, a brown one, enraged. Possibly familiar to some as the horse that rampaged through town earlier. And she has a little, ridiculous hat braced between her ears. ]



ooc; responses may be from Loki, and they may be from rampaging horse!Sif. Or both.

Comments

[brosif]

[The tree shakes rather violently, in testament to that fact. If he's not going to get this hat off of her, she'll knock it off herself. And then kill him.

Hey Faolan.]

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan barks at her. Bad horse! Don't hurt daddy!]

Apparently it is a running theme that cursed!Sif is terrible to children ><;;;

[brosif]

[She huffs out, harshly. It is the horse equivalent of: kid, Loki is not your daddy.]

Don't worry. Faolan hardly notices

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[He can be if I want it!]

[Besides, if she's huffing at Faolan, she isn't trying to kill Loki. This is an improvement.]

It is probably better for him in the long run >_>

[brosif]

[A scrape of her hoof against the dirt. Why do they make people as tiny as you anyway?]

Well, verbal language isn't something he's good at interpreting.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Bark bark bark. Faolan is growing! He'll be bigger soon!]