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

[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!]