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

[ladysarmour]

But you are trapped in that tree. If she cannot be calmed, how are you to get down? Aren't you frightened?

[sorcerous]

No. Because I believe that she will not hurt me, truly, and that her judgment will override both her instincts and her anger.

[ He says it clearly enough for Sif to hear. ]

That is, should she prove equal to the task I have set for her.

[ladysarmour]

You did this? [ LOKI SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE A GOOD WIZARD ]

[sorcerous]

As though I would craft anything so ridiculous as that hat.

[ If he magicked her into a horse, it would be with something pretty, tyvm. ]

[brosif]

[Except he did do this and Sif shakes the tree once again in testament to that fact. Don't believe the lies, Sansa!

Yeah, she heard you. Here's a task for you, Loki. Take this hat off.]

[ladysarmour]

Oh. Oh! It's the hat!