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[notyetlegend]

LOCKET/COMPASS: TEXT → VIDEO → AUDIO → ACTION

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[notyetlegend]

[There's a frustrated sigh and the sound of a cloth plopping into a bucket.]

I thought if I could get to places faster I could help people more. [Groaning into her hands.] I didn't think they'd use faerie blood.

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[winterwork]

Well, wings sound cool, but ... blood? Did you get blood wings?

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[notyetlegend]

No [thankfully] they're these big black things but they used faerie blood tae make th' magic.

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[winterwork]

Huh. That sounds pretty dark. Mer, what weird messes do you keep getting into?

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[notyetlegend]

I have no idea. [Ugh.] At...least I asked for them not tae hurt him?

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[winterwork]

Yeah, that's pretty important. [STILL, dead fairies.] How's he taking it though?

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[notyetlegend]

[There's some distressed whinnying over the locket before Angus snorts, hoof stomping as Merida attempts to soothe her best friend.]

He's tried buckin' them off more than once. Gods know he was probably frightened by th' imps.

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[winterwork]

Maybe try giving the poor guy some apples? Might calm him down a bit or something. [Or something. HOW DO HORSES WORK?]

Know anyone else with a flying horse? I doubt I can show you all the tricks in that department.

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[notyetlegend]

I tried but he turned them away. If Cerise were here, he'd probably be calmer...

[It's like he knows apples are her fail safe when getting him to, calm down.]

I was thinkin' of callin' Hic actually. [Flying horses work like dragons right?] I think there's a few cleg riders in Caer Scima if he can't help.

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[winterwork]

Cerise? What, is that his girlfriend or something? [Either way, Jack is no where near a horse expert, so he has no idea how to go about this.]

Hic might be a decent source to figuring out something. I mean, I could always call up a bit of the wind for him to get used to, too. Least I could do probably.

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[notyetlegend]

Somethin' like that, aye.

[She gives a small sigh as she wrings out a cloth, the sound of tinkling water coming over the locket.]

Thank ye, Jack. I think gettin' used to it is what he needs tae do, since they're permanent.