Who: Winny and Ivarr. What: First Monsterpression. Where: Stables, then Ivarr's river. When: November 14th, late afternoon. Warnings: TBD.
Winny, after staying up another hour after she'd arrived to introduce herself on the network, crashed into bed shortly after that, getting a decent four hours worth of sleep, appeasing her horse sensibilities while giving her human body enough rest to make it through the rest of the day. Stretching and pushing her messy hair back from her head, she looked down at her body to see if she had been bruised during her sleep like Ivarr had warned, but, no. She hadn't had dreams, either. Eyeing the doll on the counter, she pulled on a pair of denim shorts with fraying edges, a St. Mary's University t-shirt that was a bit too big on her, and slipped her feet into flipflops before heading out to explore.
She headed to Flashbulb first, suffering through measurements and getting stuck with pins and telling them repeatedly that, no, she did not want sequins or feathers or ruffles, just something plain and easy to move in. From there, she pulled her backpack up over her shoulder and headed back to the trailers, finding the smallest one and knocking on the door. It took some negotiation, a promise or two, and a bit of a sob story, but she came away with a full bottle of Laphroaig whiskey for her troubles. Ivarr was Scottish, maybe he would like that she'd put in the effort to find something close to home for him. From there, she found the kitchens, wanting a snack, surveying their set-up and making mental notes of what she could make from the raw ingredients.
Taking a few apples and stashing them in her bag, she also took a bag of chocolate chips, waffling for a moment before choosing to bite into an apple as she walked to toward the stables, going slowly to take in the sights and sounds of the circus. She did have a purpose, though, she couldn't let herself get too distracted. She wanted Ivarr to like her. She wanted to work well with him. And there was also a part of her that called to anything that took horse form, even if that form was a murder horse.
She could smell the stables before she even approached, could hear the horses inside, and Winny smiled as she pulled open the door. The smile froze there when she almost bumped into a beast of a man, tall, wide, with long dirty hair. "Ivarr?" She asked, hefting her bag up over her shoulder. "Whoa, you're tall."