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We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
The shift of him beside her turns her eyeline back down, snaring on him as he twists to glance back. His explanation makes far more sense once she gets the full shape of it, and she murmurs a far less amused sentiment. "Oh, yeah, Sunjata had mentioned something about that." She hadn't wanted to hear it at the time, threw it back in his face as evidence he'd done nothing worth her attention, care for the land and his efforts lost when she stood in nothing more than embers. The memory darts past like something unwelcome letting itself in at night, a presence fleeting just on the edges of her vision. Her fingers curl in on themselves where they rest on his shoulder.
After a pause that might almost feel like she'd fallen asleep, if not for the very real strength left in her grip, she manages to pull herself from the smoke and focus on the present dilemmas. "Well, they're herd animals, so they're inclined to follow each other." The explanation begins with all the raw simplicity of describing something that may as well be written on her bones for all its familiarity. She cuts away the dust and the noise from it, offering up just the meat of the matter. "So, you want one of you on a unicorn in the front to be the leader. Or an illusion of a unicorn, or a compelled one. Something that registers as unicorn to them, but does what you want."
She pictures the process clear as day, having done it exactly as she describes plenty of times. "Then, to keep the leader as the leader, you drive them from behind and at the sides with either more people who are mounted, just to keep up, or shifted. You put pressure on with your presence, and noise if you need it, and that keeps the herd together. Predator shifts, or too big, and they might get scared and then they do wild shit when they scared."
A low hum of thought eases out. "Not all of my hands came with me. Some are still here. Some of the mounts too. Bet you could get some of them involved no problem." She seems to consider for a moment before the bed creaks. She pushes off his shoulder into a half-sit, curling over him a touch to find his eyes. "I could always come back and help, at least with this."
After a pause that might almost feel like she'd fallen asleep, if not for the very real strength left in her grip, she manages to pull herself from the smoke and focus on the present dilemmas. "Well, they're herd animals, so they're inclined to follow each other." The explanation begins with all the raw simplicity of describing something that may as well be written on her bones for all its familiarity. She cuts away the dust and the noise from it, offering up just the meat of the matter. "So, you want one of you on a unicorn in the front to be the leader. Or an illusion of a unicorn, or a compelled one. Something that registers as unicorn to them, but does what you want."
She pictures the process clear as day, having done it exactly as she describes plenty of times. "Then, to keep the leader as the leader, you drive them from behind and at the sides with either more people who are mounted, just to keep up, or shifted. You put pressure on with your presence, and noise if you need it, and that keeps the herd together. Predator shifts, or too big, and they might get scared and then they do wild shit when they scared."
A low hum of thought eases out. "Not all of my hands came with me. Some are still here. Some of the mounts too. Bet you could get some of them involved no problem." She seems to consider for a moment before the bed creaks. She pushes off his shoulder into a half-sit, curling over him a touch to find his eyes. "I could always come back and help, at least with this."
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
