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]

Mmm ... [ ... Even now, he isn't really sure how he would advise this sort of situation. Damn. ] Well, it's tough when at the end of the day, it's about not wishing to burden you or anyone else on the unit, as ridiculous as it is when you think about it. Though, I'm not sure how one is supposed to proceed from there.

[scattershot]

Well, I don't intend on giving up before I've started. Even if we can never become friends, I do at least desire to prove I can be trusted.

[inspiteful]

[ The thing he has to wonder is whether it can work like that with Hurriccane, though he supposes that may just be his own cynicism giving him a dim view. ]

I wish you good luck, then.

[scattershot]

I'm probably going to need it. But thank you, Skylark.

[inspiteful]

Are you feeling a little better, at least?

[scattershot]

I am. Simply talking these things through helps a lot.