Stables [early Wednesday morning]
Susan, to be quite honest, was beginning to be rather sick of being equine. As, she assumed, would anyone in her position, after a week and a half.
So it was a welcome surprise when after falling asleep in a vacant, clean stall in the stables, she woke up her normal, human-shaped self.
"Oh, by the Lion, thank you," she breathed, when she opened her eyes and stretched her legs out.
The discovery of her lack of clothing was less pleasant, though she did hold back her shriek for the benefit of the only actual horse she'd encountered, who had seemed very sweet and didn't deserve to be spooked. She didn't think he'd mind if she borrowed one of his blankets to cover up, though, which was what she was going to do, thank you very much. It was hardly regal to go traipsing all over the place in nothing but a horse blanket, but she'd make do with what she had.
[for one, please, unless you have some special reason to be in the stables in the wee hours of the morning.]
So it was a welcome surprise when after falling asleep in a vacant, clean stall in the stables, she woke up her normal, human-shaped self.
"Oh, by the Lion, thank you," she breathed, when she opened her eyes and stretched her legs out.
The discovery of her lack of clothing was less pleasant, though she did hold back her shriek for the benefit of the only actual horse she'd encountered, who had seemed very sweet and didn't deserve to be spooked. She didn't think he'd mind if she borrowed one of his blankets to cover up, though, which was what she was going to do, thank you very much. It was hardly regal to go traipsing all over the place in nothing but a horse blanket, but she'd make do with what she had.
[for one, please, unless you have some special reason to be in the stables in the wee hours of the morning.]