there's no map, and a compass won't help at all

[caballero]

Who: Bruce Tom and Ilde, eventually Seoraj.
What: PONIES.
Where: The southern farmlands.
When: S..OMETIME.. probably before the log with Wolfgang, we kept saying we were going to do this log (IT STARTED BEFORE WE MOVED TO DW), so it's happening whenever is convenient for our timelines.
Notes: BATMAN AND A FAERIE ARE GOING TO SEE PONIES, DEAL WITH IT.
Warnings: None it's ponies.

Based on what he knows of her from the network, Bruce isn't entirely sure why Ilde is here with him - hanging out. Hell, he's not sure why he's here, but it seems like she's got more of a reason to not want to spend time with some human guy, easily trumping his desire to shun all socialization on principle. Maybe she's just curious, or maybe the opportunity to do this with someone who knows what he's doing overrides whatever else - maybe Bruce should stop trying to analyze everyone else all the fucking time, and think about himself for two minutes. (Never.)

It's dark on the edges of Stoneshell, rural, lacking in light pollution or even courtesy lamps, but the moon is good enough illumination for him. This won't be the first time he's wondered about the gravity and cosmic location of Baedal; the moon doesn't look quite like Earth's Luna, or even Cruithne. His boots crunch in the grass, noises soft but deliberate - he could be silent, as he moves, but it would be strange, seeing as he isn't alone.