Someone - or rather, something - finally answered Elina's call. A chubby goat, black with a distinctive white stripe down her back, exploded from the brush on her right with a delighted "baa!". Its tiny tail wiggled like a dog's as she looked from Elina to the unconscious Alder, picking up speed at the sight of him - clearly recognizing him... The tail - and in fact, all movement - abruptly stopped when her gaze settled on the very large, very scary creature he was on top of. She went stiff as a board, all four legs outstretched, and sloooowly toppled to the side in a dead faint. It was all rather dramatic, especially when, after a few seconds, she popped back up to her feet and turned into a large destrier. Alder, meanwhile, had drifted back into consciousness a bit. He half-sat up, groaning as the world turned.
"Slow down, Badger," he told the thestral - who wasn't moving. He blinked down at the unfamiliar horse with its unfamiliar tack, and then slowly turned to look at the destrier who was now trying to lip at Elina's pockets in search of treats, and back. Badger blinked big brown eyes at him, unconcerned.
"How'd you get over there?" he asked the goat-turned-horse. Then looked at Elina. "How'd I get here? Who are you?" he asked groggily, not accusing in the least but clearly quite baffled. He blinked down at himself. "Oh."
He started to go a bit green, listing to the side in the saddle a little. "That's rather a lot of blood. Is it all mine? I think... I probably need that, don't I?"
His stomach pitched, making him groan, but there was nothing left to lose at least. "My sister is gonna kill me," he moaned, stretching out on Valkyrie's back in his discomfort. "BOTH of them."
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