Intro Log

[crushtheskulls]

WHO: Horse and You!
WHERE: The Labyrinth and then the City
WHEN: Jan. 28th
WHAT: A talking horse arrives!
WARNINGS: Talking horses



[Labyrinth]

[She didn't understand it. It was some kind of battlefield... was this another one of Wammawink's memories?

... No, it looked different. It felt like home. But it wasn't? There were little differences that seemed like they should be familiar, but it wasn't. It all felt just a little off.]

Wammawink? Guys?

... Rider?

[She sounds a bit hopeful, like she'll get an answer. But it's just a very eerie silence that follows. No Centaurs, no colorful world, no humans... nothing. Just broken weapons and a scarred land.]

Okay, Tree Shamans! You win! You can stop... whatever this is! I just need the next key piece, okay?!

[The City]

[The sight of the city startles her more than the Labyrinth. She's never seen anything so... alive, in her life. All the bright lights and noises are disorienting, and she wanders around the city in a lost daze for what feels like forever.

After a while, she just... lets herself into a building. She doesn't know it yet, but it's a cafe. Not that she knows what a cafe is anyway.]

Oh! Humans! That's great, I need to find a human. Can you help me?

[IT'S JUST A TALKING HORSE EVERYTHING IS FINE.]

Comments

[crushtheskulls]

Just Horse. That's my name and what I am. Easy to remember, right?

[She's happy with her name. She doesn't need anything fancy.]

I think Bruno is pretty easy to remember too.

[wedonttalkabout]

I- I guess so, yeah? Are... all horses in your world just called Horse?

[He doesn't call any of his rats Rat, after all, this is weird.]

I'd take credit for it but I didn't think of it. Hah.

[crushtheskulls]

No, just me. That's what my Rider calls me.

Oh you mean - your parents. Right.

[wedonttalkabout]

Huh. Guess it's...uh. [He shifts his feet.] Well. Descriptive?

[Maybe not INVENTIVE but there you go. ]

Yup. Them. Those people.