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[OOM: The Monastery of Eternal Light gets two very special visitors. Special guest appearance by Charlie McGee!]
Today has been a very strange day at home, and Ellen does not much want to think about it just yet. She'll get to it later. Impersonating an angel of a god you don't believe in is kind of a weird experience.
So... why not follow it up with an even weirder experience? Time to head out back, avoid all the places that smell weirdly like ketchup, and get over to the stall where Shiphrah and Puah are staying. "Hey, you two," she says. "How about we see whether any of the training's gotten through to you today?"
"Mmmmmmooooooooooooo."
"I thought you'd say that."
There is, outside, a young woman in a long leather coat over a much-repaired blue jumpsuit, and she is currently seated astride the world's most disgruntled two-headed cow. The saddle's more of an improvised 'don't hurt my undercarriage' pad on a girth strap than a real saddle, but the bridles look like pretty classic- oh, wait, no, there's no bits, there's connections to the rings in the noses, though... so, yeah. Girl, on two-headed cow, doing patient, slow laps around the paddock behind the stables.
Come say hi. The cow's not gonna bite. Maybe poop. But not bite.
[OOC: Open for tagging until it scrolls off the page!]
Today has been a very strange day at home, and Ellen does not much want to think about it just yet. She'll get to it later. Impersonating an angel of a god you don't believe in is kind of a weird experience.
So... why not follow it up with an even weirder experience? Time to head out back, avoid all the places that smell weirdly like ketchup, and get over to the stall where Shiphrah and Puah are staying. "Hey, you two," she says. "How about we see whether any of the training's gotten through to you today?"
"Mmmmmmooooooooooooo."
"I thought you'd say that."
There is, outside, a young woman in a long leather coat over a much-repaired blue jumpsuit, and she is currently seated astride the world's most disgruntled two-headed cow. The saddle's more of an improvised 'don't hurt my undercarriage' pad on a girth strap than a real saddle, but the bridles look like pretty classic- oh, wait, no, there's no bits, there's connections to the rings in the noses, though... so, yeah. Girl, on two-headed cow, doing patient, slow laps around the paddock behind the stables.
Come say hi. The cow's not gonna bite. Maybe poop. But not bite.
[OOC: Open for tagging until it scrolls off the page!]