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Sleipnir is unsure as to why they're suddenly so nervous. Perhaps it is because they know nothing about the world outside of Midgard. What they know of Waloed is...very little, but that shouldn't be a surprise considering how isolated it is from the rest of the world. Leaving feels miraculous, like a sudden weight has been lifted from their shoulders. While the loss of Sephiroth still stings, grief not being something they're used to, they still manage to press on, despite it.
The swaying of the boat, however, makes them feel less than ideal, and so they've spent most of the journey clinging to Barnabas. Right now, they lay in bed with him, their head resting on his chest. They don't know what to expect once they reach their destination, but it's still exciting.
"Tell me more about Waloed," they murmur, glancing up at him. "You have to tell me everything. Your customs, what the people are like, how you live...if I am to be your consort, then I need to know all of these things."
