Who: Winny and Ivarr. What: Surprise! I'm a horse. Where: Stables. When: November 18th, just after the move. Warnings: TBD.
Winny locked herself in her trailer at the proper time, giving herself a good fifteen minutes leeway to make it back in time, not wanting to get left behind. Thailand had been her first journey outside of North America, and she'd gotten used to it, used to the food, even used to the heat. She closed her eyes, curled up on her bed as the magic built around her, around the entire Cirque. It was uncomfortable because it was foreign and she had to trust the Coven and the Ringmaster to move them safely and cleanly. At 12:01, she poked her head outside to chilly air, to a cacophany of noises, and she wrinkled her nose.
The chilly air was a good thing, because it meant that Ivarr would be more comfortable, but the newness of it all made her itchy, made her feel panic starting to build in the pit of her stomach. She moved, quick and quiet, through the trailers, getting a bit disoriented at the realization that everything had moved around once she got out into the Cirque proper. But she followed her nose, followed the scent of hay and horses and their droppings, until she found the stables, thankfully empty. She wouldn't shift out in the open where she would be easy pickings for predatory shifters, but here, in the stables, with the other horses, doing so would make her feel safe, help her shake off the disorientation that came from being magically moved around the world.
There was an empty stall at the back and, moving toward it, Winny stripped out of her clothes, leaving them strewn on the floor. Once she was bare, she started to shift, legs and arms growing longer, head elongating, until she was herself again, finally. Settling down on the floor, she closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of horses, of herd, of almost-family, and felt more at peace than she had since getting there.