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[vanto]

[The room behind Eli is decorated with a few Christmas lights and ornaments: a candy cane or two, some crystal stars, mistletoe. It's minimalistic but adequately festive for the Imperial household; at the edge of the room is a box and wrappings — this room has clearly just been decorated.

Eli runs a hand through his hair, nervous but content. There is a smear of red lipstick on his cheek that he has been trying to wipe off for forty minutes. This is his life now.]

I can't remember the last —week and a half? Two weeks?— very well. But I know that I caused some trouble as a, uh, glowing horse. With eight legs.

[Eli looks away from the camera, mouth pressed into a thin line.]

I'm sorry, and if you want me to pay or help fix anything please contact me. I don't know how else to make up for all the garden destruction.

[...]

And how do you fix cravings from being a horse? I walked by a flower shop and the roses looked really appetising.

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[functusofficio]

[ A slight tilt of her head, in consideration. ]

Shouldn't that be a good thing?

[vanto]

I'm having a moment where logic and emotions are at odds. It is a good thing but, also. I don't know.

[functusofficio]

Those are difficult times, certainly.

Why don't you know?

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[vanto]

I don't exactly miss being Sleipnir? I miss my owner.

His owner.

It's a bit muddled.

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[functusofficio]

That's.... odd, certainly. And it must be a strange feeling to come to terms with.