Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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[complicatedliar]

Oh, onto a doorknob too, no doubt.

[Yes, that is sarcasm.

Loki shrugs one shoulder.]

I've been on the receiving end of enough such bruises. Best think of a better story.

[vor]

[Gregor shrugs.] There were witnesses, but I won't press you. [He pushes to his feet and motions toward one stall.] Since you're going to be helping out here, I figured you'd get in on the vote. We have two new geldings that need names.

[He opens one stall belonging to a docile grey gelding.]

I thought I'd let the new hands choose a name, but people are a bit shy about suggestions.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's face immediately lights with a smile upon seeing the horse. He produces an apple and offers it to the animal.]

You're quite the handsome fellow, aren't you.

[Relieved of the apple by the animal, Loki takes a better look at him, moving with confidence. After a moment he laughs quietly.]

You could call him Frakki. He seems quite brave.

[vor]

Frakki? [Gregor looks from the horse back to Loki.] What does that mean?

[complicatedliar]

Unafraid.

Though if you wish to be literal, Varghöss. [He grins, running a hand over the horse's neck.] Gray like the wolf.

[vor]

[Gregor spends a moment deciding whether or not Loki's the type to name a creature something obscene in another language. He doesn't recognize the language, but he's nearly a thousand years removed from most people here. Either way, the fellow seems to be genuinely happy around the horse--Gregor thinks he can read people well enough to be assured of that--so maybe he's not interested in juvenile jokes.]

Frakki would be easier to pronounce.

[complicatedliar]

I suppose it would.

'tis from an old language. I imagine no one speaks it any longer.

[vor]

Languages don't usually die so much as evolve. Technically, I speak Russian and French, but it's so far removed from anything someone from Russia or France knows that they probably couldn't understand me. [He pulls a sugar cube from a pocket and feeds it to the horse, who tongues it up without hesitation.] Individual words sometimes survive.

[complicatedliar]

I find it a funny thing, for the most part. All language sound alike to me, with few exceptions.

[vor]

Outside of this world, you mean?

[complicatedliar]

Precisely. Nearly all sound the same to me, particularly human languages.

[vor]

Do they all just sound like gibberish, then?

[complicatedliar]

Oh no, that isn't what I mean at all. They all sound the same because I understand them.

[vor]

Like having a permanent earbug?

[complicatedliar]

I have no idea what that is, but it sounds terribly unpleasant.

[vor]

Well, I understand three languages and some of a fourth and none of them sound alike to me.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki smiles.]

And had to learn them separately too, no doubt.

[vor]

Of course.

[complicatedliar]

It's a function of the language I speak. All a bit mysterious and complicated. But were we on Midgard, you'd think I was speaking Russian to you.

[vor]

Or English. I speak that one a lot.

[He doesn't dispute what Loki's saying, just files it away for later and nods toward the next stall.]

Shall we continue?

[complicatedliar]

Or that.

[Loki nods.]

Please.

[vor]

[In the next stall is another gelding, this one black. It is grazing idly on some hay that was left there at the last feeding.]

This one also needs a name, and I've had no takers so far.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki grins, inspecting this horse as he did with the last, letting the beast catch a good scent of him first.]

He reminds me a bit of my horse. Distant cousins, perhaps.

[Not literally, of course.]

[vor]

[Really? Because Gregor is convinced Alys is a proper Vor horse, no matter where she came from.]

I like him a lot. The Malnosso have given good horses so far.

[complicatedliar]

[Well, you know. What kind of horses would gods ride?]

I'm a bit surprised at that, but I'd agree. He's a lovely beast.