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

[sorcerous]

I would venture that her anger keeps her here.

[halfwitch]

What did you do to her?

[brosif]

[Under the tree, the horse stills -- she wants to see if Loki presents the same picture of himself to all children around here, or if it is limited to princesses and wolf boys.

Granted, her eavesdropping lacks subtly, being that she is a damned horse.]

[sorcerous]

I want to teach her not to fear. Under transformation, under spell, even in a world where none of the rules are the ones she knows.

[ Honesty: he does view Gretel as a pupil, of sorts. ]

[halfwitch]

[Assuming this conversation is still being recorded?]

If it's making her mad, your lesson might not being getting through.

[sorcerous]

I can be very convincing.

[halfwitch]

[She laughs.]

You better watch it, She might try to get back at you.