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.]

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[inspiteful]

[ Skylark, on the other hand, walked to the beach at some point. He realises it's a little silly, given his room is a beach, but sometimes he didn't like the reminders that it was ultimately all 'artificial'. From the barrier that kept people from swimming too far out and the obelisks that served as his closets to the crystal bathroom he most acquired.

Besides, the coast is long enough that more often than not he'll be alone. ... Or so he thought, but by coincidence he sees a familiar face when he arrives. ]

Ah, fancy meeting you here.