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]

[ An unfamiliar voice, but the tone Loki knows. He turns cool green eyes on the orb. ]

Were it any of your affair, I would have addressed you.

[folklorist]

[ Just a flinch on his end. But, no, Helios bites his lip on his end. ] I-I apologize. It's, it's not my place to-to say. Y-You just seemed to be in need of, of s-some help.

[sorcerous]

I did not ask for it.

[ Not that he would, if he actually did need it. ]

And I would not ask it of a stranger.

[ Unless he had a way to get his claws into that stranger, after. ]

[folklorist]

I-I see. I apologize then for assuming as much. [ He wouldn't mind offering his assistance. Even if the other is opposed to it...still Helios will nod on his end looking still a bit skittish and uncertain. ]

If, if you change your mind I...certainly wouldn't mind doing so. [ Except he would a little. But that's only because of eerie similarity to Nero. ]

[sorcerous]

Your name.

And what title has this place given you?

[folklorist]

Ah. H-Helios Sprensonne. A-And I'm a, um, Wizard a-apparently. They gave me a hat and robes. I-I'm still not sure how they found out I-I could use magic but, w-well... [ Oh right. Rambling again. He'll just stop now. It's very strange saying that to a person you don't know. But he's taken off the hat by now so... ]

[sorcerous]

[ A displeased hiss. ]

Then they think us equal.

[folklorist]

[ Oh dear. You sound rather displeased about that Loki. Helios winces a little at that hiss. ] I-I'm sure it's, it's not what they meant...

[ Though Helios honestly doesn't know. Still he never would paint himself better than anyone else with the same title. ] You're...a wizard as well then...hm. I-I suppose anyone c-capable of magic in their own world is, is given the title of Wizard. [ Or so he assumes. ]

[sorcerous]

Titles are not near so simple.

[ Finally, he snags the orb. ]

There.

[ The transmission goes dark.

He's off to deal with a rampaging horse now. ]