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

[shiromadoushi]

[[...oh hey. It was that horse]]

Are you going to be all right?

[[Not... that he had any idea what he could do to help... but he felt he should be able to do something... right?]]

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Loki needs help?

[ladysarmour]

Is the creature unwell?

[sorcerous]

The Lady Sif could take a fair few lessons in reining in her temper.

[sorcerous]

I have this well in hand.

[shiromadoushi]

[[blink blink. Wait a second...]]

You mean that horse is her?!

no wonder she was so mad....!

What happened?

[sorcerous]

A curse most foul.

[sorcerous]

She is upset.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan "hmm"s as he considers the video from the orb.] Doesn't look like.

[brosif]

[In the background, Bakura will hear Sif neighing loudly in response to the worst pun ever uttered.

Hey, Bakura. Sorry about almost running you down earlier.]

[shiromadoushi]

She'd be a chicken if it were that...

[[Sorry Sif, puns are in the blood]]

Any idea what caused it?

[sorcerous]

Never let it be said that the Lady Sif makes a demure and docile steed.

[brosif]

[The tree shakes rather violently, in testament to that fact. If he's not going to get this hat off of her, she'll knock it off herself. And then kill him.

Hey Faolan.]

[sorcerous]

A curse most equine, then, if you must.

[ladysarmour]

But what could have upset her so? [ The direwolves often set other animals into such a state, but Lady is in the castle, with Sansa, not out in the wood. ]

[shiromadoushi]

[[a smile at that.]] If there's anything I could do... Maybe something like Purify, to take it off?

[sorcerous]

I cannot fathom.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan barks at her. Bad horse! Don't hurt daddy!]

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Sif is horse? [That doesn't make sense, daddy.]

Whoops, missed this.

[shiromadoushi]

[[Hey, as puns go, that first one wasn't so bad!

And now that he realizes that it was you, he's not really too surprised. He'd probably freak out if he were suddenly a horse too!]]

[ladysarmour]

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

[brosif]

[OH GEE I WONDER. Have another knock at the tree, Loki. A very hard one.

Sansa, Loki is the worst and you can't hang out with both of them anymore. Pick a lunch table.]

[sorcerous]

I would be a great deal more worried if I didn't have readily and easily at hand a method to undo the curse.

[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.

[sorcerous]

At the moment.