Mab here, Prospero Inc. company gumshoe.
As part of my campaign to protect you woefully-uninformed humans from your own folly—in hopes of saving even one of you from an elf-induced death, or worse—here is some of my gathered wisdom concerning the supernatural world.
Read. Pay attention. And maybe you’ll live.
For those of you who are just coming in, we’ve started with Tsukumogami, Japanese household objects that wake up after their 100th birthday and become animate.
I've twisted my head back and fort.
No idea how to see this as a saddle.
Description: An animated saddle that can buck you off your horse all by it self.
Where To Find It: Barns, backs of horses.
Frequency: Less than horses.
Danger Level: Pretty honkin’ high!
Mab’s Eye View: I like horses. Quite a few of them were fathered by us winds. My brother Zephyrus, in particular, likes those frisky mares (or maybe I should say: he liked to get frisky with those mares.)
But, man, riding? Really?
Pulling a chariot. I get that. Horses and chariots go together like a wind tunnel and a whooshing noise. The sun? The moon? Chariots.
But climb onto the back of a rambunctious animal and ride it? And then, after all that, risking getting bucked off by a 100-year-old saddle?
Man, you humans are crazy!
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon. (link)