Who: Charybdis and Sleipnir Where: Freyr's farm, guest house When: Sunday evening
It was the kind of problem he had never had before. At home, back in Valhalla, everything was much simpler. He might best the highest of the Aesir's horses, but he was still a horse, nothing more. Here, Sleipnir was also part human, and that made everything much more complex than he had ever expected his life to become. The intricacies of human thought and social concepts were being drilled into him, and some of it clashed violently with what he was used to. A horse is different from a human in many aspects, coming down to it.
His human body flushed and reddened when the horse was embarrassed. His pale ears turned a hearthy pink, and he could feel the heat in his cheeks when talking with Charybdis over the net. Fearing to blunder the privacy settings - and honestly not comfortable with seeing his thoughts set in bright words on a computer screen - Sleipnir closed the browser window to his journal on Freyr's computer and went to the guest house. His silent steps on the stairs felt weird; he missed the rhythmic clopping of his hooves when is human form.
"Ibdis?" His nickname for her, after Sleipnir had tried and failed to pronounce the strange sequence of sounds.