[This feels strange. How long since she invited someone to her house? Just as a friend, just to spend time?]
[But she's restless, and it's odd, how she can still feel like a stranger in her own home. And the nights are drawing in, and there's too much to think about, and demon or not, the guilt gnaws on her. In the end, she decides to bite the bullet and message.]
hile
i wondered if thee and mayhap horse too might want to come to the ranch a while? meet the horses proper, see the place, that kind of thing.
ye don't have to i just well i guess i thought i'd ask
Rider's been having a rough time. Disconnected, more and more. It's been hard to remember other people when she's been so wrapped up in her own stuff. The invitation makes her feel kind of guilty, honestly, even though it's a pleasant surprise.]
Hey. I'd love to. I bet Horse will too. Are you doing okay? Just with everything.
Well... she might get a little jealous. But I think hanging out is probably good for us. And she definitely wouldn't want me to go alone and I wanna come, so.
[we've got complex feelings about Other Horses in this house but it's fine.]
At least you got your wings out of the way early, I guess? I hear those are pretty rough for people to grow sometimes. Man, looking on the monster bright side is hard.
just so long as she's not going to pick a fight with pylon again. he's getting a touch old for it.
[As for the wings... well. She remembers that part all too well. There's still a few dark stains on the wood panelling, where Bert finally cut the skin and let them burst out. She shudders, and wraps the wings in question a little tighter around herself.]
looking on the bright side is always hard. but it's not impossible. i got my wings pretty quick, and i got help with them, and my horns finally quit giving me headaches.
I'm glad you're feeling better! And I promise I'll help keep her calm. Nobody's picking any horse fights on my watch.
Yeah, I guess we are.
We're pretty sure Horse is a minotaur, which is weird, since those are what we used to fight at home. But it hasn't been giving her that much trouble as being a human.
i guess there's no sense worrying over what these things meant at home. else i have to tangle with being a demon and honestly i don't have the time for that.
and honestly i'm just glad you're a shade and not you know ill. ye looked ill.
Yeah. I've been ill the whole time, it sucked. I was expecting one of the undead things until stuff started phasing through my hands.
We probably are both worrying more about it than we should. The uh. The coughing and black gunk and stuff is sort of like the Nowhere King from home, too? So we were kind of freaked out. But I guess I'd have to be a waldgeist to really match him.
Is there anything you want us to bring? I might not be able to carry stuff right now but Horse can haul a lot.
i ken how you feel. not exactly, mayhap, but. there's some things in my changes freak me out, too.
[The pink, for example. The demon she sees in the mirror, which reminds her too much of a grinning Demon Moon over the witch's house on the Cöos. Most of all, the heat, crackling inside her, which has begun to burst out. The fire consuming her. It's a little on the nose.]
ye don't need to bring anything. we're pretty well stocked up here. bert keeps a good ranch i'll give him that. boy missed his calling back home.
can ye still eat and drink? i can make honey cakes
[That makes her shudder, and then feel bad for shuddering. Poor Rider. Whatever Susan might hate about her new form, at least using her magic is a choice.]
lets hope worst doesn't come to worst
we didn't have a lot of good food back home but i knew where there was a hive. made for a good treat. and bert's keeping bees now so it seems a shame not to make summat with the honey we don't sell.
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[But she's restless, and it's odd, how she can still feel like a stranger in her own home. And the nights are drawing in, and there's too much to think about, and demon or not, the guilt gnaws on her. In the end, she decides to bite the bullet and message.]
hile
i wondered if thee and mayhap horse too might want to come to the ranch a while? meet the horses proper, see the place, that kind of thing.
ye don't have to i just
well
i guess i thought i'd ask
[Nailed it.]
<rider>
Rider's been having a rough time. Disconnected, more and more. It's been hard to remember other people when she's been so wrapped up in her own stuff. The invitation makes her feel kind of guilty, honestly, even though it's a pleasant surprise.]
Hey. I'd love to. I bet Horse will too.
Are you doing okay? Just with everything.
It's been crazy.
<carelesslove>
i'm still here. guess that's enough.
but ye're all too right. crazy seems just the word. it's hard to catch your breath.
<rider>
[we've got complex feelings about Other Horses in this house but it's fine.]
At least you got your wings out of the way early, I guess? I hear those are pretty rough for people to grow sometimes.
Man, looking on the monster bright side is hard.
<carelesslove>
[As for the wings... well. She remembers that part all too well. There's still a few dark stains on the wood panelling, where Bert finally cut the skin and let them burst out. She shudders, and wraps the wings in question a little tighter around herself.]
looking on the bright side is always hard. but it's not impossible. i got my wings pretty quick, and i got help with them, and my horns finally quit giving me headaches.
how about ye both, thee and horse? coping?
<rider>
Yeah, I guess we are.
We're pretty sure Horse is a minotaur, which is weird, since those are what we used to fight at home. But it hasn't been giving her that much trouble as being a human.
We figured out I'm a shade.
<carelesslove>
i guess there's no sense worrying over what these things meant at home. else i have to tangle with being a demon and honestly i don't have the time for that.
and honestly i'm just glad you're a shade and not
you know
ill. ye looked ill.
<rider>
Yeah. I've been ill the whole time, it sucked. I was expecting one of the undead things until stuff started phasing through my hands.
We probably are both worrying more about it than we should. The uh. The coughing and black gunk and stuff is sort of like the Nowhere King from home, too? So we were kind of freaked out. But I guess I'd have to be a waldgeist to really match him.
Is there anything you want us to bring? I might not be able to carry stuff right now but Horse can haul a lot.
<carelesslove>
[The pink, for example. The demon she sees in the mirror, which reminds her too much of a grinning Demon Moon over the witch's house on the Cöos. Most of all, the heat, crackling inside her, which has begun to burst out. The fire consuming her. It's a little on the nose.]
ye don't need to bring anything. we're pretty well stocked up here. bert keeps a good ranch i'll give him that. boy missed his calling back home.
can ye still eat and drink? i can make honey cakes
<rider>
If worst comes to worst I can
uh.
I can possess Horse while she tries them?
<carelesslove>
lets hope worst doesn't come to worst
we didn't have a lot of good food back home but i knew where there was a hive. made for a good treat. and bert's keeping bees now so it seems a shame not to make summat with the honey we don't sell.