Tadhg paces through the worn, unearthly statues of Monster Garden, the gray of his stallion-form's coat looking not unlike shadowed stone itself. His ears flick back and forth and his nostrils flare as he searches for sound or scent that might indicate the approach of the man he's supposed to meet here.

No sign yet.

He pauses at last by a moss-encrusted fountain, their designated meeting place. The horse makes a circuit around the fountain, head swinging to and fro, taking in every detail of his surroundings that he can. Only then does the horse rear, shimmer and shrink into a dark-haired, jeans-clad man.

Tadhg shivers slightly, and not from the dank chill in the air. There is power here, power that makes the back of his neck prickle.