[ Sorry, midsummer stole my soul for a bit <.< ]
Something about a horse not being a horse was so .. mind-breaking; he thought it was, perhaps, because he knew horses better than he knew almost any other animal. And it was all in the little things, in the details that made a horse: an animal surviving on fear, in the instincts and reactions, their priorities.. And then there was Jigano and though the affectionate nuzzle from his plush nose was kind of horsey, very little else about him was genuinely, truly horse.
He was a human mind in a horse's body, and Rory could tell.
It seemed like today would be cause for a lot of later introspection. He thought on that as he walked beside Jigano and tipped the cart, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
Oh well. It was what it was: Jigano not being an actual horse made him a little uncomfortable, just as Caiside made him a little uncomfortable. And Jigano was one hell of a fine horse, which was both very fitting and such a waste of genes.
Even more oh well. Rory tipped the second cart, sweat running down his face and pricking in the scabs and scrapes on his hands. Straightening up and righting the cart he took a moment to sigh and dab water on his neck. He was used to hard work in the sunlight, but even so, he'd misjudged a few times in the past and gotten himself heat strokes.
He rather wanted to avoid making a fool of himself on that day, though, but barely had he drunk another mouthful and begun to contemplate suggesting going back inside before shouts came from within. After a brief, stricken look at Jigano's long horsey face Rory took off into the building, skidding into the section they were emptying, and...
Spiders, spiders everywhere, not really distinguishable enough at first sight for him to tell what they were except upset. They swarmed those closest, even as the gourd rolled among them for a snack, and Rory grabbed an abandoned shovel to start smacking at them. Oddly enough, there was a second instinct: fire.
But two problems:
1, he could still not make fire
2, he did not want to accidentally burn the Atheneum down (which also meant no bypassing problem #1 by waving his Spark Bird feather around)
So he did some whack-a-spider with the shovel, coming close enough to a fellow Natural he sort of knew, asking the man if he knew which spiders they were.
[ If Rory would have Natural knowledge of the spiders pls let me know x.x ]
Something about a horse not being a horse was so .. mind-breaking; he thought it was, perhaps, because he knew horses better than he knew almost any other animal. And it was all in the little things, in the details that made a horse: an animal surviving on fear, in the instincts and reactions, their priorities.. And then there was Jigano and though the affectionate nuzzle from his plush nose was kind of horsey, very little else about him was genuinely, truly horse.
He was a human mind in a horse's body, and Rory could tell.
It seemed like today would be cause for a lot of later introspection. He thought on that as he walked beside Jigano and tipped the cart, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
Oh well. It was what it was: Jigano not being an actual horse made him a little uncomfortable, just as Caiside made him a little uncomfortable. And Jigano was one hell of a fine horse, which was both very fitting and such a waste of genes.
Even more oh well. Rory tipped the second cart, sweat running down his face and pricking in the scabs and scrapes on his hands. Straightening up and righting the cart he took a moment to sigh and dab water on his neck. He was used to hard work in the sunlight, but even so, he'd misjudged a few times in the past and gotten himself heat strokes.
He rather wanted to avoid making a fool of himself on that day, though, but barely had he drunk another mouthful and begun to contemplate suggesting going back inside before shouts came from within. After a brief, stricken look at Jigano's long horsey face Rory took off into the building, skidding into the section they were emptying, and...
Spiders, spiders everywhere, not really distinguishable enough at first sight for him to tell what they were except upset. They swarmed those closest, even as the gourd rolled among them for a snack, and Rory grabbed an abandoned shovel to start smacking at them. Oddly enough, there was a second instinct: fire.
But two problems:
1, he could still not make fire
2, he did not want to accidentally burn the Atheneum down (which also meant no bypassing problem #1 by waving his Spark Bird feather around)
So he did some whack-a-spider with the shovel, coming close enough to a fellow Natural he sort of knew, asking the man if he knew which spiders they were.
[ If Rory would have Natural knowledge of the spiders pls let me know x.x ]
