Samuel didn’t appear to be adjusting any better than Jigano was, but at least he’d kept his proper shape. The white horse snorted again in annoyance as the other man looked around, but the bookmaker was quick enough on the uptake once it became clear that they were the only two creatures in the clearing. ”Somehow, yes, it’s me,” he grumbled, pawing the ground again in frustration. ”The last thing I remember is reaching for that little book and then… here! And in a horse’s body, no less!” It was downright insulting was what it was, lacking both the confidence of his human form and the dainty grace of his fox form. Horses were big and ungainly in comparison, not to mention significantly less dignified!
”I have a little experience sharing dreams, and this isn’t like that. At least… not like anything I’ve done before. The good ones, we all went to sleep normally and were guided by the Longdreamer. The bad ones… I found myself behind the eyes of another, but was unable to control his body or actions beyond small, simple things. I was mostly just a… a passenger in what was happening. A witness.” Old, painful memories and ones he didn’t wish to dwell on. He shifted uneasily on his hind feet, sidling a little in subconscious distress. ”This is… different. My shape, for one,” he tried to grimace but no longer had lips that worked quite that way, and ended up shaking his mane in annoyance instead. ”And we’re in control, at least so far. And neither of us were asleep a minute ago. So. There is you, and me, and that feather… which is suspicious all on its own.” He gave the brightly glowing object an intent once-over, stepping closer and lowering his nose to investigate with a careful sniff. ”What do you make of it? It doesn't smell like anything... well. Like anything at all.” Another point of strangeness to add to their growing list of clues.
”I have a little experience sharing dreams, and this isn’t like that. At least… not like anything I’ve done before. The good ones, we all went to sleep normally and were guided by the Longdreamer. The bad ones… I found myself behind the eyes of another, but was unable to control his body or actions beyond small, simple things. I was mostly just a… a passenger in what was happening. A witness.” Old, painful memories and ones he didn’t wish to dwell on. He shifted uneasily on his hind feet, sidling a little in subconscious distress. ”This is… different. My shape, for one,” he tried to grimace but no longer had lips that worked quite that way, and ended up shaking his mane in annoyance instead. ”And we’re in control, at least so far. And neither of us were asleep a minute ago. So. There is you, and me, and that feather… which is suspicious all on its own.” He gave the brightly glowing object an intent once-over, stepping closer and lowering his nose to investigate with a careful sniff. ”What do you make of it? It doesn't smell like anything... well. Like anything at all.” Another point of strangeness to add to their growing list of clues.
