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Okay, she needed to talk to some horsemen now, and maybe bring a couple onto Amity grounds for a tour. It sounded a lot easier than it was, especially when she didn't much care for the Horsemen. So she did what she did last time, and that was to go to the Lost Clans land and start asking around.

"Excuse me?" She called, not being incredibly specific if there was more than one person nearby; which was the case now. "I'm sorry to interrupt, I'll just take a moment of your time." Once she had their attention she paused briefly to collect herself, and then started to prattle on. "My name is Amrita, I'm the Vice President of the Student Council at Amityville Academy. We're looking to strengthen the relationship between Horsemen and Halloween in any way we can, and I believe that the best way to start is with familiarity." It was a well rehearsed speech and not entirely true - okay, barely true - but she imagined it would do what she needed it to, and so a little white lie couldn't hurt her.

"So, I was wondering if any of you had been to the Academy at all, and if not would you like to come take a tour?"

Amrita looked up at the Horsemen who approached her, that hopefully welcoming smile never once leaving her lips. She didn't want to be here, but she could always play nice. Wings. Jack, please let this one leave my feet on the ground, she thought in a silent prayer. Flying was not something she enjoyed, at all; her feet stayed firmly on the ground, thank you.

"That's kind of why I'm doing it now. It's been a while and nobody's really moved one way or the other. Better late than never to meet the neighbours, right?" She answered in her own friendly little way, holding her backwards hand out to the Horsewoman. "I'm Amrita, err, though you probably already heard me say that."

"All the more reason to band together? There's JOY in the air, and it's gross." Amrita wrinkled up her nose, in true fashion of a FEAR-born creature being forced to endure something that was by definition the total opposite of her.

Amrita glanced down at the hands that shook hers, her smile never fading, but twitching once into an amused grin. She wondered, briefly, if it was that her hand was backwards, or if this Horseman simply didn't know how to shake hands. It didn't matter as the point got across, but the Patchwork did notice something else; she still had no idea who this woman was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

Lan had been minding her own business, asking a passing artisan when she could expect that special sweater to arrive for her friend. She had been under the impression that halloweeners would be too busy with their little holiday to bother horsemen.

Lan thought wrong.

Overhearing the little, (actually she might have been just as tall or taller than Lan), halloweener, Vice president offering a tour?

Lan might have been wrong about halloweeners being busy, but to be treated to a tour proper by their miniature second was a good offer- if a few months too late.

Arms folded into her sleeves Lan looked to the death horsewoman then to Amrita. "There will not be any 'snowball fights' on this tour correct?" She'd seen them happening around the school,. she refused to get involved.

not unless she knew she could win at any rate.

Nirva nodded when Amrita caught her line of thought regarding Joy and Fear. "We all aren't made the same. Other worlds, other rules. We can't all be Fear or we would all end up starving."

Regarding the mount she shook her head taking a few steps back to make room as Lan joined them. She shrugged at the other horsemen a bit as she lamented the snow ball fights. "Well if we're to be off." She gave a wave of her hand, trails of grey smoke filtering from it and behind her wings slowly building into the shape of a pale horse with wings much like her own.

"We shall ride to save time." She nodded to Amrita, "Our horses are not dead, or living, they are a manifestation of our Fear given shape."

"...Like a familiar?" Amrita ventured a guess, but as she did, she couldn't quite understand how that would make creatures uncomfortable. Manifestations and Familiars were so commonplace...it would be like getting uncomfortable around naturally dead trees.

"Wait - Ride? I don't--" Panic began to rise, her throat tightening at the idea of having her feet off the ground and moving at fast speeds. No no no no no her mind screamed as she turned to observe Lan, who had been about to say something. At first she feared that the other Horsewoman would agree, but relief came when that wasn't the case. Sort of.

"NO!" Amrita blurted out much too loudly and panicky for her own liking, her hands raising briefly to wave away the offer. "Er--I mean no, no thank you, I'm quite content to walk. It's not that far, I mean." She tried to make her voice light, passing it off as a nervous giggle. "But if you two would like to ride your mounts beside me as I walked, that's okay." Just please don't make me get on one.

"Ahem. So, yes, let's--" She nodded in the direction of Amityville, and turned on her heel to start heading in that direction anyway, hopefully before anyone got any bright ideas.

Nirva only cocked her head ever so slightly at the sudden and almost, panicked, response Amrita gave her. When she rejected the offer Nirva simply shrugged slipping from her mount which vanished into a light fog that was quickly swept away with a flick of her wing.

"Then we walk I suppose." She only offered a smile, polite and curious all the same why the ghoul was so dearly afraid. Maybe Lan was right, maybe she had been bitten by a beast. On that she could not fault her for fearing the offer.

"Hunters." Lan said, openly. "Please do not try to hide such a fact. We are not ignorant of that which is an ever persistent problem." She looked towards the school, eyes running along the side of the building. "They have their reasons after all, for focusing on your academy, but then so do we." Her smile as she said it was pleasant enough, but it was clear she was interested in that topic over the school's history.

"I will remain walking though, less... attention garnering. As for where to go I'd like to see this place of learning from the way you might. My cousin... he approves of it I think? It's hard to say but he's never voiced a distinct disapproval for the school. Not one that has reached my ears anyway."

Lans tiny shoulders gave a shrug. "The grounds are something we can save for later. It's not like those we might see on our own time after all."