"So I'm not fucking alone!" she exclaimed. "I'm from... I'm from a place called Helovia," she answered finally. New Rheven was far behind her, and the Rift had never been home, not really.
She nodded when he spoke about Rae's guardian, she and chuckled at his quip about the ice giant.
"Yes, they can use the portals - at least between here and Halo."
"Oh fuck it all. We were hoping to use the portal to import potatoes, not a race of humanoid deer ticks. The lack of blood suckers is like the one thing Halo has going for it," she groaned. She was still smiling, but in the back of her mind a rose of worry bloomed, spreading its petals wide and snagging her thoughts on its thorns. The VOICE was coming to Halo.
"You'll grow them on the way there? You have fucking magic, too? Show-off. I guess I can accept them because I kind of want to see that," she said. She wouldn't voice her gratitude, but it was there in her eyes.
"Just let me know your size in socks and I'll see what we can do. Horses are rare here, but sheep and goats are hardy enough to survive."
"I wear socks over more socks, so I don't really have a size," she replied. She would have found a way to crack a joke, but hearing somebody lump horses in with livestock never failed to creep her out a little. She understood it. She tried talking to some ponies once, and man were they were dumb as fuck in this world. But still...
She nodded when he spoke about Rae's guardian, she and chuckled at his quip about the ice giant.
"Yes, they can use the portals - at least between here and Halo."
"Oh fuck it all. We were hoping to use the portal to import potatoes, not a race of humanoid deer ticks. The lack of blood suckers is like the one thing Halo has going for it," she groaned. She was still smiling, but in the back of her mind a rose of worry bloomed, spreading its petals wide and snagging her thoughts on its thorns. The VOICE was coming to Halo.
"You'll grow them on the way there? You have fucking magic, too? Show-off. I guess I can accept them because I kind of want to see that," she said. She wouldn't voice her gratitude, but it was there in her eyes.
"Just let me know your size in socks and I'll see what we can do. Horses are rare here, but sheep and goats are hardy enough to survive."
"I wear socks over more socks, so I don't really have a size," she replied. She would have found a way to crack a joke, but hearing somebody lump horses in with livestock never failed to creep her out a little. She understood it. She tried talking to some ponies once, and man were they were dumb as fuck in this world. But still...
