Idun was once again struck with a wave of gratitude. Where would she be without Philotes? Everything would've been disastrous and on fire and there wouldn't be any France anymore. With the flames spreading, Idun couldn't even muster up a snarky thought about the world being a better place without snooty France. The situation was just too dire! Philotes was keeping everything together, Idun included, and for that, Idun would forever be in the debt of the other goddess. Granted, debts would be forgotten immediately, but friendship would remain, and that was far better, honestly.
She listened intently to the plan as Lottie laid it out before her. Idun really wanted to write it all down, just to make sure she didn't bugger anything up, but it wasn't like a little elephant drawing had done them much good with the fireworks! Maybe it was best if all the instructions were verbal. Idun slapped together a few quick mental images to guide her through the next few moments, and then she nodded. She was ready! She really, really was! "Yes!"
The horse started moving. Idun consulted her mental images. She tweaked them slightly to reflect the darkness of their surroundings. Basically, her mental images turned into black shadowy squares of nothingness, but somehow, she got the impression that she was following them along correctly. It was all going well. They arrived at the shadow that turned out to be the plow. Idun let out a sigh of relief, and then began petting the horse tenderly.
"You're a wonderful horse," she told him quietly. Idun assumed it was a boy horse. She hadn't checked, since that hardly seemed polite, or all that relevant, actually. The horse sort of huffed, and that confirmed what Idun suspected. Definitely a grumpy old boy horse. "Maybe you aren't told that enough, but it's true. You are wonderful and strong and patient, and I truly appreciate what you're doing to help us. You are actually doing your country a service right now, believe it or not."
Idun was aware of Lottie, and she could only assume the goddess was working away in the darkness to get the horse attached to the plow. Idun couldn't actually see to confirm anything. That was frustrating, but what could they do?
"He seems...calm. He's calm, right?" Another horse huff. Idun pursed her lips. "Philotes, I feel like this is going to work. He seems calm." If Idun said it enough times, it had to be true.