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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

It's a perfect day to go take a walk. Yes, it does look like rain; yes, he's supposed to be memorizing his Marx and Lenin; yes, it's Friday the 13th.

But since the door to Laigle's room seems to have vanished completely, leaving him stranded, it's a perfect day to go take a walk. To explore. To stretch his wings. He avoids the church building site on the principle that construction of any kind is a hazard, and he makes a general effort not to fall in any lakes and get eaten by mermaids, but he has no idea about the shooting range out back.

Whistling a jaunty tune, Bossuet goes to see the sights of Milliways.

((Just because I forgot that Friday the 13th was coming up is no reason for the canonically unlucky to escape fate. He's due to be set on by dogs, but if anyone wants to throw anything else in his direction, he's fair game. Just let me know before you drop anvils on his head?))

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[no_vampires_plz]

Twilight is dazed enough from the impact that it takes her a moment to realize she's hit something other than the ground. When she does, she quickly backs away, stammering apologies. "Ohmygosh I am so sorry I didn't even see you there are you okay??"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

He pushes himself up onto his elbows, then buries his face in his hands when he sees what's in front of him. "Other than suffering from delusions, chimaeras? Quite all right, I'm sure."

[no_vampires_plz]

"Chimeras? Where??" Twilight looks around in alarm.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Right in front of me. Speaking to me, having fallen from heaven onto my unprotected head. I don't usually resort to personal remarks but this is too much."

[no_vampires_plz]

Twilight gapes. "You're joking. You're joking, right? You think I'm a chimera?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"...An illusion, a fabrication of the mind, an hallucination? A fancy, a figment of the imagination? I don't mean the fire-breathing Lycian beast, but it wouldn't surprise me."

He sits up. If this hallucination attacks him, he's not running. He's all run out for the day.

[no_vampires_plz]

"Oh, believe me, I'm real. And so are chimeras, but I don't think there are any around here." Another cautious glance around. "I hope there aren't any around here."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Almost certainly there are."

Carefully, Bossuet gets to his feet, and eyes the--apparition--sideways. "I am looking for my hat. Real or not, you may follow me or not. I'm a great believer in liberty." He tugs down on his coat-tails to be sure any inadequacies of clothing are hidden.

[no_vampires_plz]

"I am real," she repeats, a little annoyed. "I just crashlanded on top of you, isn't that enough to convince you?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Anything might have fallen on my head, resulting in hallucinations." Laigle continues to watch her from the corner of his eyes. "Are you able to reverse your trajectory? Spring up again into the air? Survey the ground below you, like an eagle in more than name?"

The sooner he finds his hat, the sooner he can get back inside and away from potential hellhounds.

[no_vampires_plz]

She hesitates.

"...sort of? I'm not very good at flying, yet."

Hence the aforementioned crash landing.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Probably better than I am." Lesgle begins retracing his steps, as best he can remember them from the sprint to the tree. He remembers that gorse-bush, for instance... "If you do see my hat," he calls over his shoulder, "do tell me?"

[no_vampires_plz]

"What color is it?" Twilight flutters a few feet up in the air to get a better view of the area. She should be able to manage that without embarrassing herself, right?

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"In its youth it was all glossy black. Now it is a dull dark green, except where rain has turned it grey. There is a crumpled spot along the brim and you can see where a horse stepped on it once." He's craning his neck and moving slowly along as he walks. "It is a very dear friend."

[no_vampires_plz]

"Why would they go and do a thing like that?"

Twilight occasionally forgets that not all horses are like Equestrian ponies.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Oh, well, it rolled out into the street, right underfoot. And then it went into the gutter. Is that--" No, it's just a branch. Sigh. "You would never step on a hat, then?"

[no_vampires_plz]

"Of course not! I pay attention to where I'm walking."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"And where you're flying?" He's teasing: she didn't hit him that hard, really.

[no_vampires_plz]

"That was an accident! I'm sorry!"