*Horus frowns*
Horus: A fear of heights? Then why on earth did he dress up as a bird? What he just insane?


*Taboo nods*
Taboo: My father is a shaman... but I think the kind you mean and the kind he is are very different...
*She things her the story*
Taboo: The fade? What is this?
*She's unconsciously leaned forwards, eager to hear more, her glass of wine forgotten in her hand*


*Horus takes aim with the lance and pulls the trigger, which is tiny in his massive grip*
Horus: Let's see what this thing can do...