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Lan did not often like to wander around Halloween alone. Most days, she had a minipet. Other days she would walk perhaps with another of her clan. On occasion with those not from her clan. Yet rarely, rarely did she venture from the sanctuary alone. And if she did, she usually had a task in mind, or was meeting someone. Today she’d been shopping. For what, she hoped, would be gifts. Acceptable ones. Ones that her friends might like. Enjoy even.

She still didn’t know what gift to get her cousin. He made her feel like those darn minipet traders did what with their lots listed only as ‘Impress Me’. He was a hard pony to shop for, the heir.

Not that it seemed to matter. As Lan opened her eyes, she didn’t feel like she had her purchases in hand any longer. He felt something she would not normally hand in hand. A stick. As she opened her eyes, she looked at it. What in the ancestor’s names was she doing with a stick of all things and- Stiffening, she looked at her hands. Black nails were gone, replaced with normal ones. Ones she never had before. And from there?

It just got worse. Her clothes were not her own. They were drab, dull and nothing what she might normally even be caught dead in. Had someone drugged her to pull some horrible joke on her? If so, it was in exceedingly poor taste. Hands went up and- She screamed.

She was missing her horns.

Who ever had done this had a terrible sense of humor. As Lan looked around her, the voice of someone familiar reached her ears. “Jay?” Hope, that she wasn’t alone. Why Jay would be here Lan hadn’t a clue, but a fellow horsewoman was better than no one. And maybe she knew why Lan didn’t have horns. It had to be a trick. Just like that dang illusion queen thing. She just didn’t want to remain in some hellish nightmare, hornless, like some… some fre-. He mind froze at the thought. She shouldn’t think of a noble without horns as such. She shouldn’t. Yet she did. A bitter reality, one she tried to ignore. After all, she couldn’t just make exceptions. That wasn’t how things worked.

Mengyao was an oddity, but he wasn’t.. like that. If he could face each day without them, so could she. She just.. would need to just.. illusion. She was fine, she’d be fine. Something was coming from down the hall, and Lan looked around her, gold eyes finding the blue hair. “Jay, if that is you… let’s go.” One door to take, Lan just wanted her horns back. And to be back in her robes. And not deal with illusions.

Once in the other room, Lan froze in place, wondering just why she didn’t seem to be able to call her bow to her. She’d feel a lot safer with her bow really. Or with her horn. Her precious, precious horns. The door shutting hardly got a second glance as gold eyes widened with the sudeen Cerberus. “Jay.” Lan took a deep breath before trying to edge away from the nearest head. “I think this is not the most idea of places to have gone to.”

As she said that, the heads snapped forward, making Lan stumble down, trying to avoid snapping jaws.
HP: full

Lan frowned, but not towards Jay so much at the beast before them. “Now this is why I do so hate halloweeners. They are just crude. This one is flat brutish!” Trying to smack it away, she didn’t manage to get much farther. “Don’t blame yourself, this… place is not the most kind to the senses.” Managing a rather undignified roll, Lan gave a cry of frustration as the robes refused to co-operate.

“I still don’t understand why we have sticks!”

“I am not sure may- JAY!” Lan cried out as the war horseman was snapped up. Rage filled the horsewoman as she dove from the jaws again. A dive for the door Jay had tried for... and she was safe... somewhat.