day 365 ● this space to rent

[scattershot]

[So sometimes all you can think of to do about a situation is steal a horse and ride it anywhere.

[There's something not quite right about it, admittedly - the foursquare shape of it, the solid barrel of the body, the close, velvety hide. But Alisaie finds she knows how to saddle it; knows, after a brief period of hang-about-wait-what adjustment how to make it start and move and go; it's something the body doesn't know how to forget, for all her mind is a stubbornly intractable blank on the subject.

[After that it's simply a matter of working out where to go, and since all she wants to do is get lost, that's straightforward enough.

[At least a coastline is a coastline, no matter how strange the land it borders might be.]