Who: Sleipnir, Corvina What: Just a little quiet time. Where: Midway Plaisance When: November 17 Warnings: None
If it hadn’t been for visiting Zel, there would have been plenty of days where Corvina would not have left her trailer.
All the appeal of the carnival had been brutally stripped away, and all that was left was an ache. She had been crazy to think she belonged here, that she had found somewhere she could actually think of as home. Her worst fear lived here, really lived, and home was not where they took what you loved and hurt it or threatened it. Took who you loved.
With dry, stinging eyes and a face that had grown paler by shades over the last couple of weeks, Corvina slipped out of her trailer. She’d paid very little attention to what had gone on without her, but one thing had managed to pierce through the haze she was in, and that was the one thing she was determined to see today.
The bag slung over her shoulder might have looked strangely lumpy to anyone who saw her, but if anyone did, Corvina neither saw nor cared. Eyes fixed ahead and her entire being seeming to draw inwards, Corvina made her way to the open space on their edge, the fenced in area she had noticed but not really seen.
Inside was a horse.
Not a regular horse, true, but still a horse. At least, she hoped. Corvina was tired of gods, of their actions and words and how nothing she did could stop them. How nothing anyone did would stop them. She was tired, scared, and heartsick, and all she wanted was to spend some time with something who couldn’t hurt her.
At the fence, Corvina stopped. She stepped up onto it and rested her arms against it, letting her full weight lean forward as she gave the horse as curious a look as she could muster. A different horse, a very strange one…..it would have to be, to be here. Penned up and left waiting for gawking mortal eyes.