Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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[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.

[vor]

Any name ideas?

[complicatedliar]

My horse was named Vakri... but perhaps Kolbakr? Black as coal, quite literally. Orri is the black grouse...

[vor]

I like Kolbakr, myself. [He gives the horse's shoulder a pat. The horse ignores him.] I might not even take other suggestions. It works for him.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki smiles.]

Glad to have been of help, then. And you can call him Kol for short if he's wicked.

[vor]

[Gregor's fingers tangle in the horse's mane for a bit, then pat the great neck before he backs off.]

Do you want to see my horse?

[complicatedliar]

[Nod.]

I should like that.

[vor]

[In the next stall is a beautiful dark bay mare. The name on the placard outside is "General Alys." Gregor's face lights up when he sees her. He's obviously proud.]

Meet Alys.

[complicatedliar]

Ah, what a beautiful lady...

[He smiles, offering her his hand, palm flat, and another apple.]

Well hello, lady. You've a lovely name as well...

[vor]

[General Alys smells the apple a bit, then condescends to much on it. Since he's polite and all that.]

When I first got her, I'd intended for her to be the start of this public stable thing, but she deserves more than life as a rented pack animal. She's a proper Vor lady. [He pats her side with clear affection.]

[complicatedliar]

Not knowing what a Vor is, I shall take your word for it. She is quite lovely, no mistaking. [He smiles.]

[vor]

The Vor are our...sort of our upper crust, I suppose. Military caste. High Vor are our equivalent of an aristocracy.

[He feeds Alys a sugar cube when she's finished with the apple, glossing over her neck with one hand.]

[complicatedliar]

Ah, I see. Yes, she is a noble lady indeed, so I shall agree with you.

[vor]

High Vor. [He gives her one more fond pat.] I'm ten points away from adding another horse. I'll need all the help I can get.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki nods.]

I think I shall save my own... points... for a horse when it comes to that, unless a more useful purchase makes itself known.

So I will be glad to help. I haven't had much chance to be around horses for a while.

The GVB Rehabilitation Stable for Recovering Evil Maniacs

[vor]

You'd be welcome here. [Gregor ponders for a moment.] Would you care to go on a ride?

And Gregor finds his true calling: Therapy Horsies

[complicatedliar]

[That... is not something he's used to hearing. But he'll take it.

Loki smiles.] I should like that very much.

I thought Pinkie Pie had that covered.

[vor]

Choose a horse and saddle up, then.

Uh oh, therapy turf war coming.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki chooses the newly-named Kolbakr; as much as the horse reminds him of Vakri, he can't help it. He gets the horse ready with practiced efficiency.]

[vor]

[Gregor leads Alys out into the yard outside and swings astride with ease.] Ready?