[ Sleipnir's ears prick toward Chris as he talks, listening. Pacing up quietly behind him (surprisingly easy for such a huge beast), he lowers his head to sniff at Chris's shoulder, huffing hot breaths. He moves away a moment later, clopping around the side of the waterfall to munch on some reeds.
If Chris keeps an eye on him, in the mist of the rising water droplets and through the gleam of the sunshine the hulking horse shimmers and between sparkles he looks like an extremely tall, dark-haired man, a black cloak reaching to the ground and a huge sword strapped down his back. He looks like Loki, if Loki had a jaw to crack walnuts and thick biceps laden with black, spiked armour that matches the saddle.
Then as he glances over, the vision shifts back and Sleipnir is back to being a horse, looking at Chris steadily. ]
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If Chris keeps an eye on him, in the mist of the rising water droplets and through the gleam of the sunshine the hulking horse shimmers and between sparkles he looks like an extremely tall, dark-haired man, a black cloak reaching to the ground and a huge sword strapped down his back. He looks like Loki, if Loki had a jaw to crack walnuts and thick biceps laden with black, spiked armour that matches the saddle.
Then as he glances over, the vision shifts back and Sleipnir is back to being a horse, looking at Chris steadily. ]