. . Okay, then.

[taennyn]

I actually have clue one for the meme requests for Falcons' Feathers and Chevalier de Grammont, the remaining many-request stories.

I also appear to have an inkling of clue one for the Trickwood Unification. (dear fuck, it's way more than one novel I could actually start Wild Roses here fuuuuuuck)

Clue One means chunks of jigsaw puzzle, not

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[taennyn]

reading wet paper - Chevalier de Grammont, Grammont and Sinclair

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He came back empty-handed, she thought. Empty handed, annoyed by it, all long steps and hunched shoulders.

She'd left her ramp down while he'd been gone, and let the static between her skins fade out as he came inside, moved through her belly closing doors behind him until he fetched up in the kitchen. She let her attention drift away, focusing on locking the ramp behind him and confirming that the stable door was closed as-tightly.

When he shed his black skin onto the table, she discovered he was actually lighter than he'd left, by nearly a zolotnik--which was still a ridiculous measure of weight, only humans would call a perfectly innocent measure golden. The change had been disguised. He was lighter, but his skin was heavier, with something wrapped in a sheet of thin polymers taped to the inside

[illian]

YAY! Horse!

smudged like charcoal on birch-bark.

That's an interesting way for her to put it. Where has she been to be looking at charcoal on birch-bark?

[taennyn]

Where has she been to be looking at charcoal on birch-bark?

I don't know, but it smells witch-y.

[taennyn]

Oh, good, I was starting to worry that was getting trite. :)

And I think it's more he keeps doing it where she can't see/interfere/help and she's occasionally concerned he's just not going to come back someday and then where will she be? Trapped among humans with no herd monkeys, that's where she'll be.

[taennyn]

She could probably fake herself as human enough to file for a place in the departure schedule, handle any fees she'd need to pay for the stable-stall (or demand refunds to an electronic account), and get out, assuming that there's enough of a system functional for her to avoid the face-to-face interactions and nobody's trying to break down her door before her imaginary crew realises their captain's not coming back?

Anywhere with a physical customs inspection on departure, she's screwed for a quiet getaway; if she has to run too fast or kick the shit out of something in order to get away she runs the risk of people realising she's a witch's horse and giving much more persistent chase.

She'd feel really vulnerable alone--with two or more horses there's a much better chance of losing/killing pursuit without serious injuries. She'd also continue to be alone until she found either her old herd or a new one to join, which is not a happy mental place for entities who find comfort in groups.

[billradish]

The metal bar he'd taken to carrying in the loop at the small of his back was missing.

Why is it missing? I'd have thought he'd recollect his weapons.

I love the sense of perspective we get from Grammont. Because inside her, her viewpoint really is kind of everywhere, and it's really fascinating to be able to sit in close third and also zoom the focus around like that.

Also, her choices of pictures and irritation with the limitations on her ability to converse through space will probably never stop being amusing. She must have SO MANY DIFFERENT scowls and frowns saved, though. She'd need a lot of nuance in that area.

[taennyn]

Why is it missing? I'd have thought he'd recollect his weapons.

I think it got unpleasantly sticky and/or was left embedded in something as a pointed comment. He occasionally leaves knives behind/in people, too, or walks away from a place that does weapons-checks without collecting.

Huh; I hadn't consciously noticed the level of flexibility in Grammont's close-third pov. Thank you!

And yes. Her banks of Human Expressions are kind of vast. >.>

[taennyn]

I think once she gets good at it, her use of images approaches subliminal messaging--she just flashes an appropriate one somewhere in eye range to add emphasis to whatever she says.

. . . Which is kind of neat to contemplate. Huh.

[klgaffney]

2nding the general adoration of Horse pov.

And that he'll look up to make "eye contact" with essentially what amounts to a camera. And that when it comes to certain tasks, human pattern-and-language sense is still an advantage (such a deciphering smudged writing).

Olga has great disapproval-face.

[taennyn]

She greatly disapproves of the obvious advantages thumbs and squishy-meat pattern recognition software offer for certain tasks. Olga everywhere.

(That is an awesome image. :DD)