You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?
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All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!
 You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)
The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...
The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.
As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.
You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.
Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?
A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.
 As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—
[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]
Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!
To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!
As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.
But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.
They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.
Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.
WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.
Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...
But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.
They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.
A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.
This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.
OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.
Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!
Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.
Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?
OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.
The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.
At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.
The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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Ride? He's allowed to... His utterly shocked look melts into the warmest and happiest of smiles. For a moment, the years fall away from that aged face and Reinhardt looks like he's 12 again. Like he's just been given the gift he's always wanted.
He reaches up to tangle his fingers carefully into the mane. He knows how to ride now. He's grateful for that. He knows how to mount properly and how to dismount without falling. He knows how to keep his seat and make it easy for the animal. There might not be a saddle, but he'll try to keep his weight centered. He's not a small man not a light one, but this unicorn is so much larger and stronger than any horse he's ever seen. Surely... ]
Thank you again. You truly are astounding.
[ He yells it over the din and dares to mount. The wind threatens to throw him to the ground but he still pulls himself up onto the other's back before he leans forward to carefully wrap corded arms around the animal's neck to keep low on it's back. ] Head towards the treeline. There's a mobile house there.
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He falters underneath Reinhardt's weight at first. Really, monster or not, what kind of horse wouldn't? It feels about how he'd feel if someone slipped a backpack of weights onto his human-ish self. It takes him a moment after the initial faltering to stand back up to his full height, but by then it feels fine to him. He's just never been ridden before, and he's a little annoyed it's not uncomfortable. Being a beast of burden is a strange thing.
He points his head in the direction Reinhardt points out, whinnying and huffing again in confirmation. A mobile house. That should be easy to spot, right? He goes from standing to full-out galloping instead of building up to the speed—and since there's no saddle, hopefully his heavy friend can hold on tight.]
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He feels a little bad that the unicorn falters a little. He knows he's not light. But Grani has been able to carry him, his armor and Grani's own armor. Perhaps it was because the white stallion had been a gift from the Natha. But this beast, he doesn't think, is such a gift. This is a real unicorn and likely unhappy that he's not some fair and radiant maiden.
It's a good thing he isn't. Because it means he can squeeze strong thighs around the horse and lean forward, barrel chest pressed against the back of the animal's neck, keeping himself as down as possible as to not make it harder for the unicorn to run in this terrible wind.
He holds on, tight as he dares. He knows his mobile fortress is there at the treeline. Hopes his new house is strong enough to withstand this storm. And he feels a little disappointed. Because he would have loved to be able to ride such an animal freely. Even just once, even if it made Grani jealous and resentful for a while. ]
To the left. I think I see it. [ The strangely eccentric RV is sort of hard to miss. ]
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But a man like Reinhardt is worth braving those painful memories before.
Back when he was in this form, he was known as Thunderbolt—a fitting name for a horse as black as night with tufts of blue and grey. As he gallops, he looks every bit the part of a storm racing forward. Each step he takes is thunderous and strong, the sound loud enough to be heard above the gales he's fleeing from.
He'd also been described as 'fast as lightning', so it takes almost no time for him to get where he's headed. He's spurred forward by Reinhardt's trust in him, even if he doesn't know who he is. If he has to have a rider, he's glad it's one that handles him so respectfully and who clings tightly to him. When he gets close to the mobile home, he can't help it—he whinnies and stands on his hind legs. There's not enough force behind it to throw Reinhardt off, but it's a cry of victory he can't help getting caught up in. He'd never run like that before, not for real, and this time he wasn't confined to a single room in a set of ruins meant to be his grave.
When he lands back on all fours, he trots to the side of the RV where they're shielded from the wind. Once there, he lowers himself like before, this time to allow Reinhardt to dismount. Much to his own surprise, this hadn't been horrible, but he owes that to Reinhardt for believing in him. And he knows how ridiculous that would sound if he voiced it.]
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He really does feel like he's riding the storm itself.
It's over far too soon. His strange house is right there, right before him. He has to cling even harder so as not to get thrown off when the unicorn rears. He keeps his seat, thighs clutching that much more and he laughs a little. Laughs because that had been so exciting.
But they are at his RV. He can hear the snorts of his horse in the trailer. Grani is safe, but Grani can smell the Unicorn. He's certain it's because the stallion can smell another stallion. Territorial and all that. But he can't just dismount and hide without thanks. That would be rude!
He slides off the animals back and steps around to the front to reach up and just tenderly stroke that noble nose. ] I can't thank you enough for this. Let me at least give you an apple or carrots or oats as a gift. Or a blanket to ward off the weather. Something. You deserve it.
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But it's not like it's a flying fortress or anything...that would be worse. Dylas huffs, nostrils flaring, and decides to forget about the RV for now. He stands back up to his full height. He can smell another horse nearby, too. He thinks Reinhardt mentioned it once, but...it's weird smelling another horse? He wants to get out of here as soon as possible.
He quickly turns his face away when Reinhardt starts to pet his nose. Geez, that's embarrassing. He shyly clomps his feet on the ground a few times before settling and relenting to the stroking, but he shakes his head and nickers at the offer for food. It would be so embarrassing if Reinhardt fed him!
But at the same time...it feels like this is sort of important to the knight? He's conflicted. Again. Would it be better to accept a gift and just never mention this to anyone ever again? His tail flicking back and forth while he makes a decision, he decides that his fondness for Reinhardt outweighs personal shame no one will ever find out about. He whinnies again, this time nodding his head. He changed his mind, okay? Feed him.]
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He even gives a little scratch that he knows his horse liked before he graces from the storm to open the door to his RV. So he can get inside and get to the delicious food he has for his horse. Grani would have to just share the nice things he always lavished on his knight's mount.
He has to fight the wind to get back out to the animal. Get back out with huge carrots and juicy apples and even a sugar cube or three resting in his palm. ] Hello again, brave one. I hope this is enough to repay you a little for what you've done to help me.
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But what he does know is that the scritching and the petting feel good. He's blushing! Mentally. And he continues to fidget in place shyly. What is he supposed to do in this situation? He nuzzles the hand back, and...presses his head against Reinhardt's chest carefully. Carefully! He has a horn, after all, and he isn't a big fan of stabbing his friends.
But then he's left to his own devices. He doesn't move. He can still smell and hear the other horse, so not upsetting him seems like a good idea. When Reinhardt comes back out, he snorts when he sees the sugar cubes. Nope. Even as a horse, he assumes he hates sweets. He tries to gesture with his nose toward the carrots. If he's going to get fed, he'd like those first, but he can only say that with the slightest neigh.]
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Still, he happily laughs at the way the beast turns up his nose at the sweets for the carrots. ] Ahhh. A healthy eater I see. Well, I suppose I'm not surprised. Unicorn and all. All the stories I read as a boy really don't do you justice you know. [ He lets the carrots rest in his open palm, trusting the creature to take then and not his fingers with them. He's had practice hand feeding a horse.
As he does, his other hand keeps stroking the unicorn's nose.
I'm sorry I'm not a pure and innocent maiden, so I promise it'll be our little secret. When you go back to where unicorns come from, your friends won't hear it from me that you help me out. They won't tease you too badly, I hope.
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He wouldn't ever let anyone feed him like this outside of this body. Hell, he's not planning to ever let anyone feed him like this again in this body. But...from the way Reinhardt acts, it makes him feel almost sort of special. It's enough to have Dylas staring at him, wondering what stories he'd read as a boy, and he's nice enough that he starts to lean into the petting. Just a little. He'd die if anyone knew.
At the word 'innocent maiden,' he snorts in a way that unattractively sends a few carrot chunks to the ground. He shakes his head at the last statement, and Reinhardt is free to interpret it however he wishes. He's not worried about getting teased.]
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But the unicorn eats so aggressively. ] Ah! You must have been hungry. Have as much as you want, my four legged friend. Eat your fill.
[ He laughs a little when he's sprayed with carrot bits. ]
You're right. Even when I was young and blonde, I never really pulled off the maiden thing. Too much chest hair.
[ He gives the last of his carrots to the creature, just as it really starts to come down. ]
Ahhh. I wish I could convince you to get inside the horse trailer with Grani. This place is big enough for me, but not enough for a unicorn to come in and keep dry.
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Wait, he used to blonde? And there it is, talk about his chest hair again. Even though he's a unicorn, it's painfully obvious that he shifts his gaze to stare right where Reinhardt's chest hair would be. Dylas remembers that day all too well.
He huffs and whinnies when the rain starts to pick up. Even though he's a magical beast and he's no doubt warmer than your average horse, he can tell he's going to get chilled to the bone if he doesn't trot off and find where he's hidden his clothes. So he turns his body and gives Rein a farwell nod, and...
...and with the rainclouds, it's kind of dark. Just. Just where did he stash his bag? And how does he know it's still there, dry? What if the wind blew it away? For a unicorn, he looks troubled. Someone as sensitive to a unicorn's needs like Reinhardt will surely see that, right?]
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He gives a little sigh and then a laugh at the way the animal look right at his chest. Reinhardt gives the animal another pet. It's sad that he has to see the last of this amazing beast. ]
I hope one day, I will be worthy of seeing you again, noble steed.
[ But the unicorn looks...worried. Well, it is raining very hard. ]
Hey...I know it's not much but... [ He'll disappear back into the strange mobile home and come back with a blanket. ] Would you like to come in. Just for the night? [ He means the horse trailer and not the house, but he doesn't specify. He doesn't and he goes to drape the blanket across the unicorn's back, trying to keep the wind from grabbing it like a sail. ]
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When he comes back out with the blanket and asks that next question, an idea begins to form. While Reinhardt drapes the blanket over him, he considers staying the night...or, rather, heading into the trailer. Inside, he can safely transform back and slip out using the same blanket as a cloak if he folds it just right. It's better than transforming out in the middle of the rain, right? And worst case scenario, he can find a place to hunker down and...call for assistance with clothing.
...Yeah. Yeah, he can do this.
He nods and whinnies enthusiastically. Just for the night! Or, rather, just for as long as it takes for Reinhardt to leave him alone so he can sneak out. It's not like he's going to be locked inside or anything. This can't end horribly at all. He nudges Reinhardt's chest with his massive nose, urging him to guide him to the trailer.]
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All right. I know you're just as excited as I am to get you out of the rain.
[ So he's going to step back out into it. Get soaked to the skin so that he can put his hand upon that strong neck and guide the animal to his horse trailer. It's not the best looking thing, but it's dry and sturdy. It's clear he made it with his own two hands and that he had been thinking about his horse's comfort when he did it.
He reaches up to pat the unicorn again. To give him nose scatches. ]
Grani. I need you to be a good boy tonight okay. You're a knight's horse, that means you follow the Code too. And knights are generous and kind. So please put up with a guest for tonight. [ He's worried about putting two stallions into the same trailer, but he doesn't have anywhere else to bring the unicorn.
He's not sure his white charger understands him but he still opens that door and pulls the little ramp to make it easier. He will have to take Grani's armor out to make room. He stops between to keep petting the unicorn. ] Easy there. Almost done. I'll sleep in here too if you think it'll make you feel that Grani won't pull anything.
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He follows, letting Reinhardt guide him. He feels a little awkward being the one guided here, considering he's the larger and heavier one for once, so he resists at first, but he quickly gives in. The trailer looks impressive to him; he'll just chalk it up as another one of Reinhardt's talents as he stands and watches him remove his other horse's armor. Dylas' monster form originally had armor like that, too, he remembers, but that's in the past.
Grani, huh. He can smell Grani. Another horse. ...No, not another horse, because he's not a horse! He's just borrowing this body for a little while. He huffs and clomps a little at the thought. He'll get through it. Luckily, transforming back to his human form isn't as explosive as transforming outward, so this Grani probably won't kick him in the face? These are all things he needs to think about, and he keeps losing himself in thought to 'his plan' so much that he leans into the petting more and more each time Reinhardt comes back.
But then there's 'sleep in here, too.' Crap! That's a bad idea! He doesn't want to spend all night like this. He shakes his head vigorously and neighs. He's got this! He can sleep on his own.]
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But more than that, the unicorn is panicking. Neighing and throwing his head. Reinhardt frowns.
It's okay, boy. Easy there. Easy. You're safe. Grani won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. Let's just get you into that stall. I'll bring you some nice oats. I promise. On my honor, you are safe here.
[ he opens the stall door and there's that Reinhardt sized white stallion. Eyeing the unicorn like he knows]
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Dylas, convinced he's conveyed his message about nerves enough to get Reinhardt to sleep somewhere else, starts to walk into the stall...and then he stops. Is. Is this horse giving him the stink-eye? Dylas is deliberately keeping himself from sniffing or doing anything weird a horse might do. Is that what he's picking up on?
But he starts walking again. Cautiously. Into the stall he goes. The stallion is smaller than him, at least, even if it's not by much. And now that Reinhardt is leaving to fetch oats...maybe, just maybe that's enough time to transform back and make a run for it? He just hopes Reinhardt keeps the food inside.]
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Which is why Reinhardt does indeed keep the food inside. Because Grani love treats. He loves eating, sort of like his owner. This way, the horse doesn't eat too much and get sick. So he'll shut the little gate behind the unicorn and give it one more soft pat. ]
I'll be right back with oats.
[ Then the old man is scurrying off, back towards his house to get the promised food. Hopefully Dylas can be quick enough that he gets out of the horse trailer before Reinhardt can get back, else the large man is going to run into a very naked Dylas. ]
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Because he can't do it. He can't eat oats. Carrots and fruit? Sure. That's a normal thing. But there's no going back if he has to eat out of a trough. Or a feed bag! Or if he has to poop. Gods, there's just no good outcome if he stays in this form.
If Grani tries to keep him in the trailer, he'l probably succeed. He's the big stallion now, and Dylas is only 6'5" of human who can't lightning magic or kick Reinhardt's horse. But if he doesn't, Dylas is going to wrap that heavy blanket around him and try to make it out into the rain before Reinhardt gets back...
Either way, he won't be successful, because what fun would that be.]
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He's quiet, but he's still going to be a pain, but purposely shifting that massive war horse body of his so he's in the way of the door. And when Dylas is people sized again, Grani is just going to try and snag that blanket with his teeth while laughing at him. A very obvious horsey laugh.
Because he can smell his owner coming back, even though the heavy rain. He IS a gift from the Natha, after all. So, the horse times it best he can so that one not!horse ends up face to chest with a soaking wet knight holding a feedbag of the best oats money can buy. ]
I return and I brought you those o.... [ No unicorn. And why does Dylas have that blanket? ] Dylas??
DW ate my first tag so this one is shorter because I'm lazy, sorry
He urges Grani to let go with hushed whispers, hoping not to attract Reinhardt's attention. But it's all over soon enough. He hears Reinhardt coming (and, thanks to his advanced senses, smells him, but he's never going to admit that) and gives the blanket a final tug before giving up and using his hands to cover his shame.
(Or, well, not shame, because as PG as this thread is, Dylas has nothing to be ashamed of. Horse jokes between the legs and all that.)]
R-reinhardt! What the hell are you doing h-here? Is this your place? [Dylas is completely dry! Thanks, transformation magic.] ...Your horse is an asshole.
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But why is Dylas here. Why is he naked? Why is he wearing the unicorn's blanket? Why is he calling sweet noble Grani an ass? So many questions. ]
Actual, this is Grani's place. My place is over there. [ He just points behind him and pointedly looks Dylas in the eyes and only the eyes. Things are starting to add up a little. ] I...this... [ he holds up the feedbag again. ] was for you? Is this a gift? Magic from the Natha? [ Look, two of his friends both can transform into critters (Ana's a bird, Ocelot is...well, obvious.) ]
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I just sort of...teleported here...out of my clothes.
[That's the lie that he starts with. But shit. Now Reinhardt is piecing it together. This was supposed to be his secret! His tail swishes back and forth anxiously and he fidgets where he stands, digging one foot into the trailer. He's clomping, isn't that cute?]
Er...it's not really...a gift. It's...uh. What I used to look like.
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Oh...so it's not Natha magic. It's your magic?
[ He seems to think for a moment, trying to make peace with this more than just the initial realization. Then he smiles warmly. ] I think I understand. And I think it's amazing. It's really really amazing. You are amazing!
You have magic and can turn into such an impressive and noble beast. But you must not be comfortable here. Please, come back to the camper with me. At least until morning. I'll lend you some clothing.
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what does that icon even mean what are you telling me