[ He slows a little so the air isn't such a fiercely whipping force, snorting his agreement. It's much nicer up here and the horizon looks like an endless pastel plain. Eventually, after Chris has had the tour, Sleipnir whinnies and his hooves hit harder (on what exactly is to be debated), kicking up sparks that travel ahead like lightning to form an archway, then a portal.
Saving Chris the stomach-churning descent as the mortal is a decent sort and that feels like enough tricks for the day, Sleipnir rides through. Quite suddenly they are back on the ground, specifically the plain a-ways behind Chris's house near a treeline where shady, misbehaved horses can portal in without being seen. ]
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Saving Chris the stomach-churning descent as the mortal is a decent sort and that feels like enough tricks for the day, Sleipnir rides through. Quite suddenly they are back on the ground, specifically the plain a-ways behind Chris's house near a treeline where shady, misbehaved horses can portal in without being seen. ]