foolishwren | 104. [Video]

_{[As is fairly regular with Heather, who never really plans AHEAD when she turns her feed on, the video opens with a brief glimpse at something entirely-unrelated!]

[Two large Houndooms, one bare-necked and the other wearing a large, studded leather collar-- are at play in a sunny patch of park. Or more accurately, the big collar-wearing one is TRYING to get the other to play, in a show of big-dog posturing, and the uncollared one is sort of just mild-manneredly humoring him.]

[Right before the camera shifts, though, a blur of blue and yellow barrels into the larger of the two hellhounds and the one-sided playtime promptly becomes an enthusiastic wrestling match between Tricia (the Manectric recently inherited from Cooper) and Huan (the Houndoom even more recently inherited from Otacon).]

[But then it's Heather's face dominating the screen, because she apparently has other things in mind than just showing the network a bunch of dogs running around the park.]}

Hey.

So.

If there's anyone around who knows much about horses... riding horses, specifically...

I'm looking to learn. Any advice's appreciated. Thanks in advance.

_{[... Well that was unusually businesslike and to the point. ... For someone like Heather, anyway. There's not much humor in the usually-goofy girl's voice today.]

[Before she can flick the 'Gear off, there's a commotion offscreen and she looks off in the direction of the noise, clearly exasperated.]}

... TCH, god dammit Cujo.

_{[The view shifts as she gets up and it becomes apparent that Cujo the Hulking Behemoth of a Growlithe (tm) had decided to join the fray and promptly plowed straight OVER at least two of the participants, who are now chasing after him in a big herd of barking chaos across the park. OH THOSE CRAZY DOGES.]

[End feed.]}

[PRIVATE MESSAGE TO JEANE]

HEY. How did you do that shit at the party?

_{[... well wtf is that supposed to mean, Heather. Clarification is apparently not going to be provided until she gets a reply.]}

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Hmm... hope there's a nice warm bath with a good book waiting for me at the end of the ride?

*So helpful Imogen. So very helpful.*

I mean, things happen and you have to hurry, but usually I try to ride away from danger.

You planning to ride into danger without time to saddle up?

Oh jeez, hell no! I'm not talking about riding INTO danger.

I'm talking about, preferably, getting AWAY from it when it shows UP.

... Or at least being able to charge it on something other than foot.

_{[Which sort of qualifies as riding into danger, but S-STILL SHE'S THINKING WORST-CASE SCENARIOS HERE.]}

Well, in that case, if it's just for emergencies then just learn to ride and keep the saddle in the Item Storage system. So you have it for practice, to stay sharp.

I'd take the extra few minutes to saddle up if I was charging into danger. Or I'd just fly into it, if I were ever useful enough to ride into a fight.

I hope it works out!

_{[She heaves a slight sigh, although it's not one of exasperation as the case usually is with her. It just sounds worried.]}

Well... with the kind of thing this is for, a few extra minutes might not even be available.

Thanks, though.

I'll keep it in mind.

You pay for them later. If you rush into danger sore and tired, you lose that time anyway.

Glad I could be of some help.

Yeah.

Did I, uh, catch your name?

*She looks somewhat horrified.*

I would hope not! Then you could rename it and I'd never know what it is ever again!

*She stays horrified for a full three seconds before she starts laughing. Twirls once, and curtsies.*

I'm the fantabulous Imogen Moreno.

_{[Lately, Heather's been in no mood to laugh at anything... but damn if that isn't a cute joke she'd laugh freely at under normal circumstances, so a smile tugs at her mouth.]}

Heh, guess it's good I didn't, then. I'm pretty bad at naming things.

_{[It's true, her second Pokemon was unceremoniously saddled with the title 'Raccoon Thing'.]}

I'm Heather.

Heather Mason.