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]

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. ]