The Very Thirsty Horse (King)

Lonan continued to follow her, staying right at her side. He was glad to leave the metal box. Walking was always a better way to get anywhere.

He barked excitedly when she mentioned going home.

"I can take ye!" he shouted, and immediately shifted into a tall, slender horse. His shoulders came up to just over five-and-a-half feet, and the top of his head was closer to eight feet. He was finally looking down at her.

He moved in front of Crista to block her from the parking lot.

"I'm faster than a car! I'm prettier than one, too."

@"King"

"I can't just let ye walk home," Lonan said, and stepped closer to her.

"Yer feet must hurt after being on them all day. Ye deserve a break. All ye have to do is climb on, and then ye can relax while I carry ye home."

He lowered his head in an attempt to look harmless.

"Are ye scared? I promise I won't drop ye," he lied.

@"King"

Lonan was starting to feel confused.

Teasing him like this — saying she was scared when she wasn't — was just mean. He wanted to listen to her scream and cry in terror, but apparently there would be none of that.

He snorted when she kept walking towards the vile metal contraptions.

"Ye just said ye don't have a car..." he muttered, feeling even more confused now. "What are ye going to do, steal one?"

@"King"