"Maybe, but it does make a person feel rather godlike, so I suppose we can't complain." She'll sit properly for just a moment before squirming, getting her legs tucked under herself to kneel instead. "But really, I think Evander's just an incredibly judgmental horse who likes assigning blame."

Such is life. What's nice about life, at least, is being settled in a warm kitchen with one of her Sevens and Tens, looking over knives to start attacking a pumpkin.