[Sleipnir speaks true. It would be best to appraise him, yet it feels more like an indulgence to step away from the task at hand to do so. Because he knows, he is well aware that doing so would serve him as a comfort and not simply an aid in their mission here. Yet...
Yet...]
Let us away.
[The race can wait. Should Sleipnir be better informed of what is going on here, of what he has missed, then...then they shall perform all the better. They shall work as a unit, united as they should always be, to save their world and their people.
His hand shifts. To press upon Sleipnir's shoulder, to guide and direct him towards the exit of the race track, where they might find better privacy for this long denied reunion. Not that the blinding halls of light and cacophonous nonsense would serve much better, but it was still a start. The stables would welcome too much scrutiny with its quiet, even if that is what he much prefers. His hand remains upon Sleipnir as they walk, as if tethering them together, betraying a worry he refuses to say: that if he removes his hand, then he may very well cease to be.
no subject
Yet...]
Let us away.
[The race can wait. Should Sleipnir be better informed of what is going on here, of what he has missed, then...then they shall perform all the better. They shall work as a unit, united as they should always be, to save their world and their people.
His hand shifts. To press upon Sleipnir's shoulder, to guide and direct him towards the exit of the race track, where they might find better privacy for this long denied reunion. Not that the blinding halls of light and cacophonous nonsense would serve much better, but it was still a start. The stables would welcome too much scrutiny with its quiet, even if that is what he much prefers. His hand remains upon Sleipnir as they walk, as if tethering them together, betraying a worry he refuses to say: that if he removes his hand, then he may very well cease to be.
He will not suffer such a reality again.]
What know you of this world already?