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[weisshappened]

Type: Video
Sender ID: weishappened (Davrin)
To: All
Subject: Horse Training
Warnings: N/A


[The video is of a rocky shoreline, under a grey autumn sky. A small handful of the demon horses can be seen grazing on washed up seaweed.]

[Davrin slowly lowers the camera back down, turning it to face himself. Both he and Assan the griffon, are perched on a couple rocks higher up. Out of immediate view of the horses.]

I know we're supposed to be gathering clippings from these things but... call me crazy.

[Assan lifts his head from where he'd had it balanced on his foreclaws, looking skeptical.]

- Not you. [Then back to the camera.] Anybody tried maybe... taming one of them?

[They're no halla, but maybe it'd be a good idea to have a horse around for land-based travel.]

Comments

[weisshappened]

Not outside of stories. Unless they just haven't popped up yet.

Why would people be looking at you strangely?

[Does this mean what he thinks it means?]

[crystalrepose]

I see. I've encountered several in my world, though most people there also think them mythical bogeymen for frightening children. So I'm quite used to people looking at me as if I told them a fairytale story.


[A pause.]

Oh, I'm not one, if you were wondering.

Well, maybe on paper. I do have one's passport.

[weisshappened]

Oh, that kind of looking at you funny.

Not happening here. I hunt monsters. Here, and back where I came from. Things people don't think are real tend to be my quarry more often than not.

[And now we have to hold up again-]

Passport?

[crystalrepose]

Yes. I needed to board an exclusive train, but didn't have the papers for it.

One of the vampires I met let me borrow his passport, provided I obtained a photograph.

[Jumping the turnstile? Unacceptable, Miriam's a Good Person. Identity theft? Just fine!]

[weisshappened]

Passport is... something like identification papers?

[ ??? what is that word.]

frantically googling pre-Victorian passports

[crystalrepose]

Yes, it was a letter that could be folded into a card, with the vampire's name, year of...well, death on it, and that he had both permission to travel and protection to do so. There was a seal stamped in the corner as well, from a place I didn't recognize. I'm not entirely sure how truthful the information already there was, beyond OD's name, but it got me onto the train. I was still attacked on board, though the assailants may have been targeting my companion instead of me.

[Miriam has once again provided slightly distorted education!]

im sorry....

[weisshappened]

The seal and permission sound familiar enough. But other than that, sounds a lot different than anything in Thedas.

You were attacked?

you're fine! Acquiring useless trivia is like my hyperfixation superpower lmao

[crystalrepose]

Nothing I couldn't handle. My companion would have been fine, too, save that he couldn't open some of the doors.

Oh--and I'm from England. That train was supernatural in nature, and probably wasn't.

[weisshappened]

Yeah, I don't... actually know what England is. And I probably should have asked about "trains" too, come to think of it.

well this is embarassing

[crystalrepose]

It's the country I came from, before the Rifts. Thedas was yours, I assume?

And a train looks something like a carriage with metal cars; there's usually several attached in a line like links in a chain. It's drawn by a coal-burning engine instead of a horse because of how heavy it is, and it travels on metal tracks instead of an ordinary road.