Blackstone Forge & Foundry, Friday

[thatsmysword]

"Oh, you'd like Pebbles," Henry said, beaming at the little white horse. "She's a mite bit bigger than you, though. Might not want to slip underfoot." He laughed. "Or underhoof, I suppose!"

He leaned over to gently wave the little white horse away from the fire. "Careful, you'll burn yourself," he said. "The world must look mighty dangerous from down there, actually. D'you get in holes and such a lot? Hope you don't get stuck..."

The forge was open, the resident yapper blacksmith was in. (So were at least two to three tiny white houses clambering over everything.)

Rey's warehouse- Friday

[thatwaslucky]

You might think that in a large warehouse with a lot going on inside it, you might not hear the little horses on the roof. But you did. And it echoed.

Rey took the opportunity to get some meditation in, figuring that it was good practice in shutting out distractions. It was made harder by the woodchucks, who seemed to be driven crazy by the little clip clops. After a while of sitting in the air about a foot off the ground with her eyes closed, Rey did hear the door slam as they left, and now the distraction was wondering how they got over the quicksand.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

You know, Lucifer was in a Good Mood. It had been a bit since he'd been a bit-- well, gleeful like this.

So of course he got behind the piano. Didn't even mind the horses clambering all over it, really. No, he was having far too much fun. "I'm a shootin' star leaping through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gra-vi-tyyyy...."

Yes, this was going to continue all evening. Tiny, for his part, had found some earbuds and was sitting quietly in the corner, waiting for it to end.

[[ open and ebullient ]]

Strokes of Genius, Friday December 5

[apologizeswithpie]

Gregorith had just happened to have some horse friendly snacks on him when he left the house today. After he'd gone out, discovered the adorable tiny horses and gone back in to scrounge around for some.

So he had a little friend with him in a makeshift corral that he'd set up because adorableness aside, he'd been dead set on working on art today.

It just wound up being more him sketching le horse wee-tiny than pottery. Because he also knew he needed to keep a close eye on it so it didn't break anything or hurt itself.

He was also listening to Master of the Bracelets on audio. He'd found a version someone had made with the Howard Shore score added in which he hoped would help him get through it.

The horse was fast asleep. "Yeah," he said softly, pencil gliding over the paper, "I liked the movies better too. I won't tell if you won't."