[Closed] Once more, with feeling

[lezard_valeth]

Characters: Lily Ivory and Lezard Valeth
Location: Sweden
Rating: PG
Time: July 25th, afternoon
Description: After the last attempt ended as a complete flop, Lily and Lezard set off to make up for lost time.



Reports led to a new neck of the woods, several babbling creeks breaking up the woods and providing fresh water to the flora and fauna. To a nature nut the world around you was practically singing, but Lezard was no such person. No, he was disappointed that not only did he get kicked around by a foolish ghost horse, he was kicked around by a foolish ghost horse that was not a unicorn.

The sour mood seemed to ooze into their resonance as he quietly sulked in soul space, etching what they'd learned the last they'd faced the creature over his pages in his horrid penmanship. Was it any wonder Lily could read any of his short hand? Alchemists.

"Reports tell us the creature was last seen here. Shall we bait it?"

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[vintage_magic]

Lily might have enjoyed the woods if she didn't feel his sulky mood through their connection and if she wasn't a bit miffed herself. Their previous trip to Vadstena had ended with Lezard getting kicked into a river and her finding out what it felt like to be a soggy book. Her healing spell patched up his injuries but they were forced to return to Death City and report a complete failure, their first after months and dozens of successes. And she was still a bit mad at herself for not sensing that ghost horse in time and allowing him to get hurt.

As the nearly indecipherable writing spread over his pages, she thought to herself that she was glad that she was no longer a book. Being a Weapon wasn't pleasant and the relief she felt when things had changed back to normal was so great that she'd thrown her arms around him despite not usually being a hugger. Now that they were back in their proper roles, surely they would have a better chance against the ghostly creature.

"Bait it?" she repeated skeptically. "I don't think that critter wants carrots." Not that she'd even thought to bring any. And like all the demons they fought here, it was after souls. The rumors around town said the ghost horse disappeared into the river with any who climbed onto his back.

"...You're not suggesting I try to ride it, are you? I might be from Texas but I'm no cowgirl."